It is not without continual doubt that we negotiate life's daily transitions, answering questions that will shape our lives, never having the wisdom of hindsight. For many, making a sexual transition is the most difficult question life poses, for it is an act filled with doubt, fear, and fantasy.
The young man in this story, Monk Maguire, had to make a change from the son of a parent who deserted him and from the life of a foster child to a midwest farmer. Unimpressed with his surroundings and even less impressed women, Monk turns to the first figure to catch his eye-a motorcycle stud with a gleaming bike and a promise of things better.
WELL HUNG STUD is the story of Monk's journey through question, guilt, image-chasing, and promiscuity. A story that reminds us society often fails us in one respect, but often offers its rewards in another.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Bein' a motorcycle cop is a tough job. You got to take some hairy-assed chances, take some punishment, and know how to dish it out but good. It's a tough job, an' it takes one touch stud to do it right. That's me-Monk Maguire.
I like to separate the men from the boys-with a crowbar! I like to make them get down on their hands and knees and rub their faces on my black boots and beg for it! But when I have to be the one that takes it, I don't mind one goddamn bit! I like to show 'em all that it takes a man to take it as well as dish it out. No mother-fucker ever made me cry uncle and nobody ever will!
I'm hung like a horse. I can cum a dozen times in one night, and I ain't seen thirty yet. I can pick up my Harley and carry it across a log bridge if I have to. I never knew what it was to be an innocent kid. I been whipped, raped, and kicked around like a fuckin' football since as early as I can remember, and I took it all without ever giving in. Nothin' can break me, but I've learned how to fold a citizen in half over my fingers and flick him away like an empty match book. There isn't a law on the books that I haven't broke at least once, but now I AM the law! And I like it like that!
When it comes to sex, there's just one thing I'm interested in, and that's men, but you got to understand that being a Man, I mean a real MAN don't have anything to do with how old you are. I been a man all my life, ever since I was born, and I seen guys who just were never goin' to make it no matter how old they got. Just havin' a cock and a pair of balls don't prove a thing, and neither does cock hair and a beard. A man is a guy who'll come back to you, stand up to you, take it and grin and want some more.
I'll give you a for instance. like just last week I was patrolling the old highway outside of town. Man, there just wasn't nothin' goin' on. Not any traffic to speak of and nothin' to do. I was buzzin' up and down that stretch of road to the county line and back past town to the other end of my beat, and just nothin'. The night was just fine for riding, too-clear and bright with the moon and stars out, warm, but not too hot, the wind blowin' across your face and chappin' your lips. I like that, but it makes me all itchy and horny as hell, you know.
Well, I come off duty at midnight, and I still hadn't got my rocks off. I drove into the Roadside. That's the name of the bar out on the highway I like to go to. It's a dump, and that's the kind of place I like to do my drinkin' in. Well, I had a pitcher or two of draft, but that just got me hotter instead of coolin' me off. I was lookin' around for some studs to pick a fight with to make me feel better, but it was in the middle of the week, and there wasn't anything interesting hangin' around the place. I was thinking about just givin' up and headin' for home when I thought I might take a turn through lovers' lane. It was late and a week night, but you never know what you can find up there. So I hopped on my Harley and took off.
I got to the bottom of the hill and parked the hog there so's I wouldn't give 'em any warnin' if there was anybody up there to hear me. I started off on foot, goin' as quiet as I could and stayin' off the road. Well, I hit a jackpot that night. Up at the top is the regular parkin' spot on the bluff overlooking the river, but all along the road are spots where you can pull a car all the way off into the woods so's nobody can see it from the road. That's where I was huntin' some fun, That's where the fuckin' goes on! And sure enough, 'bout the third or fourth one I passed, I could just hear some noises that didn't sound like no squirrels in the bushes,, I turned in and sneaked up the road as quiet as I could. There was a car parked back there with the lights out and some moanin' sounds I edged up to the car, keepin' low down and hunched over and peeked into the back seat. It was empty. The sounds were comin' from over on the other side of the car, so I edged real, real quiet around the back.
There they were on a blanket spread out on the ground. First thing I saw was this stud's white ass bobbin' up and down in the moonlight. His girl was moanin' and scratchin' her fingernails on his back, and he was really slammin' his pecker to her. I don't get off on gashes myself, but I like the sight of a stud usin' his meat, you know. He was just fuckin' like a steam engine, rammin' his rod up her. He didn't look too old judgin' by the size of his butt in the moonlight and the smoothness of it. Every time he pulled up for a stroke, his ass cheeks separated, and his little dark ass-hole give me a wink! I tell you, it was havin' its effects on me!
I was already so horny that I could hardly walk straight, and the sight of that fucker ballin' his chick was more than I could take. I had to ease my hand down to my crotch and unzip my pants to give myself a little breathin' room. My old dong was as hard as a handle bar by then, so I went ahead and pulled the whole thing out. I was gettin' kind of close to cummin' off anyways, and I didn't want to cream in my pants. Those uniform pants are so damn tight anyways, that when you get a boner on the size of mine, they damn near ruin you for life.
Well, I got my fucker out in the air and watched that stud doin' his thing, but I didn't touch my dong, 'cause if I did, I was goin' to shoot my stuff all over the fuckin' ground, and that wasn't what I had in mind at all.
No, I had a lot better ideas than that. I watched him sere win' her until I couldn't take it no longer, then I straightened up and turned the flashlight on 'em! That girl give me a look over the boy's shoulder and let out a screech like you thought someone just wrung her tit off of her! Her mouth was wide open and then her eyes turned up in her head and she flopped back on the ground like a sack of meal!
The boy was off her and turnin' around to see who had the light on them as fast as a scalded cat. He turned around to face me, stil' lyin' on the blanket next to her, and I got a real good look at his cock! He was hung little son-of-a-bitch all right! His cock was real long, but kind of on the skinny side, runnin' up his belly past his belly button and just drippin' and gleamin' in the light of my flashlight from her cunt juices. It was hard, too. He didn't droop his prick from fear, and that's always a good sign of havin' some fun!
"Turn that fuckin' light out!" he yelled at me. "Who the hell are you?" See, he was blinded by the light and couldn't see a damned thing of me. He was maddr'n a hornet and not a bit scared.
"Police!" I said, nice and loud.
"Oh, shit!" he says and reaches for his pants lyin' on the ground next to them. I could see his face now, and I guessed that he was just a teenager, maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen. Good lookin' kid, too. Probably had his pick of all the cunts in the high school.
"Leave the clothes alone, kid," I said.
"What? Are you police or not? Show me your badge then, and get that fuckin' light out of my face."
"Shut your mouth, boy. I'm givin' the orders here. And you ain't exactly in no position to ask questions, are you?"
He dropped the pants on the ground and lay there, propped up on his elbows. His legs were still spread apart, and he wasn't even trying to hide that long dong of his thumpin' up against his belly. His eyes were squinted from the light I was shinin' in his face, but he just had this cool, sure look on his face, maybe just a little bit curious. He looked over at the girl and nudged her in her ribs. Her tits just jiggled, but she didn't move. I don't know if she had really passed out cold or if she was just playin' possum, but it didn't make a goddamn bit of difference to me. I could see the kid wasn't too worried about her either. He wasn't makin' any effort to cover her up any more than he was to hide his big prick.
"What do you want?" he said. Then he kind of got this little sneaky grin on his face. "You want to fuck her, too?"
"Your girl friend?" I says, makin' like I was shocked by what he said.
He shrugged his shoulders. "She's just cunt. Look, if you don't haul me in and get me in trouble, then you're welcome to her if you feel like a hump. She's out cold as a mackerel though. She's a pretty good fuck when she's awake, got a real cock-nippin' cunt! You feel like it?"
I didn't say nothin', but I tipped the flashlight down so it shone on my hard joint.
He let out a whistle. "Jesus! You sure look like you need some! That's about the biggest cock I ever seen, buddy. I'll wake her up. She's a real pig for big dick like that! She won't give you any trouble about it. She'll love to fuck a guy as big as you are."
"No, don't let me interrupt you," I said. "You just go back to what you were doin . "
He grinned a big grin and tugged on his tool, slidin' his fingers up and down on the long shaft in the slimy stuff that covered it.
"You like to watch, huh? I do to! Tell you what, I'll fuck her first, then you can watch me while I bang her. But don't jerk off, okay? You wait 'til I get my rocks off, then you fuck her and let me watch. I want to see that big cock of yours fuckin' the shit out of her. We can take turns-as many times as you feel like it, okay?" His eyes were glittering by then, and his hand was whippin' up and down his dick while he talked.
"I ain't goin' to jerk off, I promise you that," I said and laughed.
"Good! I want to see you do it, and she won't care." He rolled over on top of her and guided his cock back to the open lips of her cunt. I walked over to the side and kept the light on him so I could see him feedin' that long dong into her. He was lookin' up into the light and grinnin' his fool head off at me. He couldn't have been more than seventeen, I decided. But once he got his pecker fitted into her snatch, he started fuckin' hard like he had plenty of experience before. He was showin' off for me, twistin' his ass around like a corkscrew as he jammed that long thin rod into her, then pulling it all the way out and runnin' it out over her clit so I could see the big red head on it. He really dug havin' an audience!
I was gettin' ready to have my fun by then. I held the light on him and unbuckled my gunbelt, and I dropped it on the grass out of his reach but right where I could find it in a hurry. He didn't look like he was goin' to give me any trouble though. He was happy as a tick on a long-eared hound. I got my pants down, but I didn't stop to get my boots off so I could strip all the way. Besides, I like to fuck with my boots on. I got down on the blanket behind him in between their spread legs. He was lookin' back into the light over his shoulder, still grinnin' and lookin' at me. He hadn't figured out what I had in mind. I reached my hand out and cupped his balls lettin' them bounce up and down on my palm as he stroked her with his prick. He liked that, I could tell by the way he fucked faster. Then I put my hand further out and felt the shaft of his cock. I let it rub up and down my finger tips as it slid in and out of her slimy gash. I could feel his thick cum tube runnin' from his tight sac along the bottom of his rod. He was really jivin' it to her then, groovin' on the way I was feelin' him up.
Then I let my fingers run up over his nuts to the crack of his ass. I stuck my fingers in there until the tip of my forefinger was right in the middle of his button. He was fuckin' away until I jammed my finger right up his ass-hole to the knuckle! He groaned and kind of quivered a moment with his ass-ring clamped down tighter'n hell on my finger.
"Hey, man," he said, "Don't be so rough." He was gruntin' some with my finger in there.
"What's the matter? Don't you like that?" I asked him real casual like.
He grunted again and started fuckin' the girl, but slower this time. I kept my finger right up his shitter and wormed it around while he fucked. "Yeah, it feels okay. Just hurt a little at first. You caught me off guard."
"Does it hurt now?" I asked like I really gave a shit.
"A little, but it's okay. Leave it in." I was rubbin' him across the back of his prostate, and he was fuckin' faster then. He went on buildin' up some speed, and I started friggin' my finger in and out of his ass-hole. I could tell that he liked my finger up his can. Then I got up on my knees between his legs and pulled my finger out. When I touched the head of my cock up to his ass, he froze.
"Uh, hey," he said. "I don't go in for that. I never done nothin' like that before."
I ran my hand up his spine like I was feelin' the fine muscles of his back, but when I got to his neck, I clamped my fingers around it and gave him a little squeeze to show him what I could do to him if I wanted to. Just a little squeeze, you know, enough to shut off the blood to his head for a second or two. He let out a little squeal of fear, but then bit his lip and kept quiet.
"I don't recall askin' you what you wanted to do, now, did I?" I hissed in his ear.
He shook his head.
I put my cockhead right up to the button of his ass-hole. It was right in position, and I leaned forward a little. He was just as tight as he could squeeze his hole shut. "Maybe you think I ought to ask your permission first?" I said.
He laid on top of her real still and pantin' like a dog on a hot day. I give him another gentle little squeeze on the neck, enough to make him go all swimmy headed. "No, no you don't have to ask! You're the boss. You do anything you want to!"
"Thanks, kid," I said, and I started to give it to him. My dong was so hot and hard, I could have fucked a hole through a wooden fence. He didn't stand a chance of keepin' me out, but the more he tried, the more it was goin' to hurt him. I didn't give a shit one way or the other. I sucked in my gut and bucked it in, tearin' him open like a slice of white bread around my fucker!
He let out one real scream of pain! And I could feel his hot blood tricklin' out over my nuts! He strangled off the scream and groaned down deep inside him as I worked it up his bleedin' ass-hole. His blood was the only grease I was usin' too, and that way is my favorite! His legs were shakin' and quiverin' under me in his agony as I rooted it in.
"OH GOD! THAT HURTS! JESUS! JESUS! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
"That's too bad, kid. It really feels good to me! I like tight cherry ass-holes around my cock. I got a big one, don't I?"
"It's too big! Take it out! I'm bleeding! You tore me!"
"Aw! It feels too good to take it out. I guess I'm goin't' have to leave it in and fuck your ass-hole." I tightened my fingers around his neck again. "You don't want me to take it out, do you?"
He must have been thinkin' whether it was better to die one way or the other.
"I hear that when a guy gets his neck broke, he has one fantastic cum before he dies. You want to find out if it's the truth, kid?"
He shook his head in my hand.
"Then tell me that you want me to fuck your ass-hole for you. You better make me feel welcome, or I'm goin't' get unhappy about it."
"Fuck me," he grunted. "Fuck my ass-hole for me."
"Hard?"
He nodded his head. "Hard!"
I laughed in his ear. "You ain't goin' t' be disappointed kid! I'm an expert-all time world's greatest ass-hole fucker! You know what?"
"What?" he said weakly.
"You're going to love it! By the time I get ready to get my rocks off, you're goin't' wish I would never stop! You're goin't' beg for it!"
He moaned.
"Now get fuckin', " I ordered him. "I told you that I didn't want to interrupt nothin'. You was fuckin' this cunt, now get back to it!"
He started movin' his tool around in her pussy and groanin' like crazy because his movements were sawin' my heavy log around in his bleedin' butt. But his fucker hadn't softened one goddamn bit. I reached down and felt of it to make sure. I was jugglin' his balls and mine around in the same hand and encouragin' him to get a move on. Pretty soon he was responding and goin' at it like he was enjoyin' it better. I eased up from where I was layin' on his back an' I started really drillin' his ass-hole. At first he just lay there and took it, but then he started movin' up at me on my down strokes and pullin' away as I hauled it back out. He got the rhythm after awhile, then all I had to do was move my hips a little and he was doin' all the rest.
Blam! He would jam his long dong down into her sloppy gash and twist his tail around on my fucker, milkin' and suckin' the cum right out of me with the muscles of his ass-hole. Then, whoomp! He would shove his ass-hole up the shaft of my cock, squirming around on it and takin' it right in up to my nuts. He was gaspin' and pantin' like crazy then, too, but it wasn't from pain anymore. Sure, he was still bleedin' like a stuck pig on my fucker, but he had completely forgot about that! All he could think of right then was how he was gettin' the best two-way action he ever felt in his young life, and how he was goin' to get his rocks off so good he waslikely to melt down his nuts!
I was gettin' pretty close, too, by then. I had my dick up one hot an' active ass-hole, I'll tell you! God! Wasn't he the tightest little thing I had fucked in days! Seventeen-year-old stud-had him a virgin ass-hole, but not any more, man, not any more! I felt the cum buildin' up in my balls and gettin' ready to shoot off up his hot ass-hole, just a few more strokes, just a few more, goin't' cum off, fuckin' Jesus! What a load! I was playing with our balls and waiting till the first spurt of my fuck cream to cum rushing up the length of my pecker, just a waitin'.
I felt him gettin' close, too, gettin' harder and tighter round my prong, workin' harder, shovin' his ass up and down and gettin' it both ways. Then I felt my nuts lettin' go, and I applied the finishin' touches to a good fuck. I grabbed his balls in my hand and mashed down on them as hard as I could without absolutely turnin' them to jelly and ruinin' him for good. He was too good a fuck to mess up for life.
He gave a gurglin' sound when I got his balls and threw up over the chick's face. He would have screamed his head off but it hurt way too bad for that. But damn me if he didn't keep on goin' while I shot off up his shitter. Ther I was mashin' the cum out of his nuts and creamin' off my load up his ass-hole, and he was still fuckin' himself up and down on my dong! God! Didn't that feel good! Feelin' the jism jerkin' out of your joint while his ass-hole goes into spasms of pain around it and his hot tail just eats you up and jacks you off real nice. The wads of cum turned him all slippery and sloppy inside, so he could really move it fast, and he sure as hell did just that. He was whippin' his butt up and down my fucker and jammin' his cock into her cunt!
Now that's what I was tellin' you about what a MAN is. You see, he didn't let the pain stand in the way of the pleasure. Sure, I had him down and beat. He was totally at my mercy, my complete slave. But he took his pleasure where he could find it! You see? He not only screamed, he creamed! That's right! He let go a load near as big as mine was into that sloppy cunt! He got his rocks off just as good from what I was doin' to him as I did! Now that's a MAN for you!
An' you know what else he did when I let go of him an' pulled my fucker out? He pulled off that chick and turned around and grabbed my big boner and started lickin' my cum and his shit off it! That's right! He said afterwards that he never sucked a cock in his life, but he would do mine for me any time I got hard and felt like it.
I laid back on the blanket and let him go down on me until I shot another load for him down his throat. And he jacked himself off while he serviced me and even squeezed his balls when we came off together. He wanted more, too, but I was gettin' a little tired. I don't like to give too much to one kid all at one time; let 'em stay hungry for more is my rule. He gave me his name and telephone number before I left.
CHAPTER TWO
I was brought up on the move. I learned my ABC's from road signs and my numbers in miles and miles per hour and what the cost of gasoline was. That's about all the education I've ever needed though I had to pick up some more along the way. And of course, I got educated about sex right away! I can't ever remember not knowing about fuckin', just how it was done and all the different ways of doing it. My earliest playthings were my old lady's tits and my old man's cock and balls. I used to suck on her boobs long after she stopped givin' me milk from 'em, and I used to suck on Daddy's cock, too. They didn't mind, though they would give me a hand up the side of my head if I got careless and scraped 'em with my teeth.
When we were bombin' down the road and I would get fidgety ridin' in the sidecar with the old lady, she'd take down my pants and play with my pecker to keep me quiet. I loved that. Somebody friggin' my little tool and the wind blowin' in my face. Gives me a hard-on just to think about it! An' the old man like it too. Momma would pull his fucker out of his pants and give him some head while he was drivin'! We must have startled the shit out of some civilians on those highways! I can remember holding the head of Daddy's big dork in my mouth and feeling the vibration of the engine under his ass! Man, that's the way to live!
I remember the first time I got fucked up my ass-hole was when I was about seven or eight years old. I don't know why it was as late as that, but that's the way it turned out. Maybe it was because I was so good with my mouth that nobody wanted my ass then, I don't know. Anyways we were camped out in some woods somewheres up north with about four or five other bikers. My old lady was the only chick in the group, and they were passin' around a gallon of red wine, so it didn't take long before they were all in the mood for it. The old man took her on first while the others watched. Then another guy climbed on her and rode her for awhile. I was watchin' it all as usual. It wasn't anything different. I had a little of the wine myself and was feelin' pretty good.
There was this old dude along with us that time. He must have been in his forties at least. He had his eye on the old man, and was hopin' for a roll in the hay with him, but Daddy was busy with another dude. So I thought that I would take care of matters for him. You know, always the perfect little host, entertainin' the guests while Momma and Daddy are busy! So I crawled over to where he was sittin' and kindly offered to suck his cock for him. He was pretty hot and gettin' tired of waitin' and watchin' so he pulled his old pecker out for me. He didn't have much, and the old man probably wouldn't have tricked with him because he was too old and not hung good enough. So I got my head down on his dick and was suckin' away on his cock. He was feelin' me up and playin' with cock while he watched the others ballin'. Pretty soon, he had me stripped out of all my clothes and was runnin' his hands all over me while I sucked his fucker for him. He started playin' around with my ass-hole, and he wet his finger and began workin' it up my tail. That felt pretty good to me. You now, I wasn't old enough to get my rocks off, but that didn't stop me from enjoyin' myself.
He was working his finger in and out of my ass-hole and asked me if I wanted to fuck like my old man was doin' right then. Daddy was on his back with his legs up over some dude's shoulders takin' a big fucker up his ass-hole and swiggin' on the wine jug at the same time. It looked great to me, so I told the old geezer to go ahead.
I guess he was gentle enough about it, but he didn't know that I was cherry. How could he? I didn't tell him. Well, by the time he got the head of it up my tail, I was hurtin' plenty. I just didn't know how to relax the right way, and I guess I was still a little small. But I'd be damned if I was goin' to tell him to pull it out. I was watchin' my old man takin' one twice that size up his ass, and he wasn't doin' nothin' but enjoyin' the holy hell out of it. He was yankin' on his big joint and tellin' the big dude who was fuckin' him to do it faster and harder. I bit my lips to keep from cryin' out and lookin' like a sissy while the old guy rooted his dork into my ass-hole.
He had me get up on my hands and knees while he fucked my little butt from behind, doggie-style. He was rammin' it in and out and havin' a good old time back there, but it was hurtin' me so bad that the tears were pourin' down my cheeks. I wasn't cryin' or bawlin' you understand, now. It was just that it hurt so bad that I couldn't keep my eyes from tearin'. I wasn't makin' a sound though, not me. I just bit my lips and took it like I was supposed to.
About then the dude who was fuckin' my old man got his rocks off, and so did Daddy. I can close my eyes and see his cum jerkin' out of his joint in a big white fountain of spurts, out over the dude's chest and down onto Daddy's. When they finished my old man mumbled that he had to take a piss. The dude pulled off him, and Daddy sat up and pulled his boots on. The ground was rough with sharp rocks, I remember. That's all he bothered to put on, though, just his black motorcycle boots. He came stumbling over to take a leak where nobody would step in it, and he saw the old geezer and me. He stopped and looked at us, then he reached down and felt the old biker's cock jabbin' into my ass-hole. I guess lie had to make sure that the old guy wasn't just jackin' off between my legs. I was so excited for him to see me gettin' it for the first time. I wanted him to be proud of me, you know.
He turned around and shouted back to my old lady, "Hey, Mabel! Guess what the monkey's doin' over here? He's gettin' his butt fucked. Yeah! Really!"
She said something back, but she was too busy takin' on two of the other bikers at the same time, and I couldn't hear what she said. The old man bent down and ran his hand through my hair, pullin' my face up so he could look into my eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're old enough," he said approvingly. "You fuck him real good," he said to the old biker who was reamin' out my ass-hole for me. "That's my monkey! That's my son, a real chip off the old block!" Then he stumbled off to take his piss.
I was so proud of myself, I was fit to bust! I forgot all about how it was hurtin' me and set to work givin' that old biker the fuck of his life! I worked my ass around just like I had seen my old man and the other guys doing, and I learned how to squeeze on his prong and suck on it when he pulled it out of me for another stroke. Pretty soon I brought him off, and he shot a mighty big load into me. I can still feel his fuck jettin' into my ass-hole. Boy! Did that ever feel good!
My old man came over again a little while later while we were lying there gettin' our breath back. "How was he?" he asked the old geezer.
"Prime stuff, Jack! Real tight little hole on him!"
"That's good. You done good, Monkey."
"You never fucked him before?" the biker asked.
"Naw, not yet. You got his cherry. I ought to charge you for it."
"Say! You want to sell him to me? I'll give you a hundred bucks for him!"
The old man stroked his jaw and looked down at me. I got a hard-on thinking about bein' sold like that. I don't know why. I didn't particularly want to leave the old man and old lady, and I wasn't especially turned on by the old biker, but it felt real sexy to think that somebody would pay that much money just for me! That was a lot more than the old lady brought in from a trick.
"Naw, I don't think so," my old man said. "Mabel-likes to have him around. She'd get pissed off at me."
"I'll give you two hundred! And I'll take good care of him!"
"Naw, Mabel'd get mad, and besides, we might make more on him in the long run if we keep him ourselves."
"Well, if you ever want to sell him off, just let me know. Maybe I could raise the price."
"Yeah, sure, we'll keep you in mind. How're you feelin', monkey?" he asked me.
"Just fine. It don't hurt much."
"Good. You want to fuck the old lady?" I shook my head. It wasn't the first time that I had been given a chance to hump my old lady, but even back then I just couldn't get it up for a gash. It just didn't turn me on.
"Suit yourself," my old man said and shrugged. "You come on back over to where we are and hit the sack. It's gettin' late." He wasn't too worried about me gettin' my beauty rest, but he didn't want the old biker stealin' me in the middle of the night. I went with him, just stoppin' to pick up my clothes off the ground.
The old lady was cleanin' herself up and gettin' ready to go to sleep. "Hey, you know what?" Daddy said. "That old guy over there wanted to buy the monkey. He was goin' t' give me two hundred bucks for him! What you think of that?"
The old lady scowled, "Don't you go sellin' him off, Jack. He's mine. I birthed him and raised him, so don't you go sellin' him."
"Yeah, I didn't take him up on it, but just think about it. We could make ourselves some money off of him. We been spendin' god knows how much money feedin' him, now we can get some of it back. You know, he could turn tricks too. Some of those guys that give me twenty for a night in the sack with them, hell, they'd pay maybe fifty, maybe more for the Monkey! It wouldn't hurt him none, just fuckin' and stuff. We could get rich!"
The old lady sure liked the sound of that. She didn't mind turnin' tricks herself at all, but she was gettin' what, twenty-two, twenty-three years old then, and she wasn't bringing in as much dough as she used to be. Hell, the old man was bringin' in more money than she could in a night, only it was harder back in those days to find guys who wanted a biker in bed with them for the night.
They didn't bother to discuss it with me, of course, no more than you would talk about hiring out your trained dog with the dog. But I wouldn't have expected anything else.
They were real nice to me, kissin' me and playin' with my pecker and lettin' me sleep between them that night. I was feelin' mighty proud of myself too. I was goin' to be bringin' in some bread myself now, and all I had to do for it was some fuckin' and cock-suckin'!
The next morning, they thought that the idea was even better than the night before. They wanted to cash in big, so we headed for one of the big towns in the midwest where we were. I don't remember now which one it was, but it don't make no difference-they're all alike anyhow. Along the way, the old man and my old lady tried to fix me up to look nice. They bought a bottle of mercurochrome in a drug store and poured it on a rag and stuffed it up my ass-hole to make sure I didn't get an infection where I had got torn. Jesus! Did that ever sting! But I healed up nice enough.
The old man put me through my paces too. He fucked me himself to make sure I was good at it and taught me a bunch of tricks to please the Johns. He was a real expert himself, you know, and I learned a lot from him. He was about as big hung as I am now, too, so I was plenty stretched out to man-sized by the time he was finished with my ass-hole. He taught me how to relax right, so I didn't have no more tears in my gut. I got so I could take his big cock without no trouble at all, and I got to likin' it so much I was pesterin' him all the time to give me another screwin'. But my old lady didn't go for that too good. She didn't mind him fuckin' me, but he had to make damn sure he had plenty left over for her when he was finished!
Anyways, we got to this city that we were headed for, and the old man checked us into a motel. It wasn't too damn often that we stayed in a motel, even a flea bag, except when the weather was so damn bad we would have froze to death otherwise. But this place was pretty nice by our standards. It even had a bathroom in the same room we were stayin' in. They checked out how much money they had in their stash and decided to invest some of it in fixin' me up so I would fetch a better price. First, they made me shuck down and get into the shower in the bathroom, and Daddy stripped off too and got in with me. He took that bar of soap in there and scrubbed me down so hard, he damn near peeled all my skin off me. I hadn't bathed except in brooks and lakes along the road for a couple of months, so I needed it. He scrubbed my hair out as best he could and picked most of the lice out with his fingernails.
Then we went out after some clothes. They took me to a Penny's store, one of the nicest places I had ever been in in my life, and they bought me some real nice boy's clothes like I was goin' t' school. Then we went to a barbershop to get my first store-bought haircut. The barber said he had to shampoo my hair again before he could cut it, and he did with this real nice smellin' stuff. Then he cut it, and I wouldn't have even recognized myself in the mirror. I looked like one of the civilian kids instead of a biker's kid. I wasn't too wild abaout that, but I did like the attention I was gettin'.
Then the old man set out to find me a buyer. It was a lot harder in those days than it is now. It's almost organized now, and you can go from one town to another and don't have no trouble findin' the chickenhawks and the chickens. But back then, Daddy had to go out and peddle his own ass to make the right connections. He was fairly young himself, but no little kid anymore, but he found out some names from some of the other hustlers and their tricks until he made contact with this rich stud that went apeshit over kids.
The old man tried to tell him that I was his son, but the guy wouldn't believe that at all. That's the line all the hustlers use when they're trying to peddle a boy. And the guy wouldn't believe the description that Daddy gave of me to him. But he was interested enough finally to come to an agreement with the old man. He would let him bring me out to his big house in the country, and if he liked my looks, he would dicker with him about the price then. He wasn't buying a pig in a poke or a fifteen-year-old boy with all his cock hair shaved off to look younger.
They got me all spruced up and me and the old man took off on the Harley. We drove out into the country to the biggest goddamn house I ever seen. I thought God must live there! Even had a guard behind a gate 'cross the driveway! He called up the big house and then let us in. Then this imagine butler took us in to where The Man was.
I don't know who was more surprised, him or me. I kind of expected a dirty old man with no hair and false teeth, but this cat was just in his thirties and real nice-lookin'. He could of picked me up on a street corner for free any old day as far as I was concerned, but the rich folks never do nothin' the easy way, I guess.
An' his eyes dropped open, too, an' his eyes bugged out. "I did you wrong, Jack, ol' fellow," he said to the old man. "You were not exaggerating a bit. He's an angel! What a handsome little boy!" He went all goo-goo-eyed over me, and I near puked, I tell you. He was not what I would call a MAN, you know? Naw, he was a real wiener all right, the kind that jus' makes my stomach turn. He talked real imagine an' all piss-elegant. Man, even when I was that little, I knew what I liked, an' I liked guys like the bikers we rode with, you know? This wiener here wasn't my type at all. But he had one thing that most bikers don't see a whole lot of, an' that was big bucks! Wads of it!
So I smiled at him the best I could, an' he fluttered his eye-lashes back-real disgustin' like. "You say he is, uh, cooperative, Jack?" he said to the old man, but he never took his eyes off me while he was talkin'.
"He'll do anything you want him to, Mister," the old man said.
"I gather then that he is not completely as innocent as he looks?"
"He's had some trainin'. "
"Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping for truly unspoiled virginity. Ah, but then, just a dream, just a dream! One cannot stop hoping."
The old man was ticked off that he had said the wrong thing, so I piped up for the first time. "My Daddy says you're a doctor, and you have to look at my pee-pee thing." That near knocked the old man for a loop, but the rich guy was delighted. He went all smirky and winked at the old man like what a clever idea that was for him to tell me. The old man ain't no dummy either, so he picked right up on the hint I dropped. We made a hell of a pair of con-artists, I tell you! It wouldn't have fooled a half-wit, 'cept the rich guy wanted to be fooled.
"Are you really, really his father?" he asked the old man.
"That's what his Ma tells me. Look at his eyes, too. Just the same as mine."
"You know, I really believe you! He does look quite a lot like you, Jack. That will be so much more fun. You will join us, won't you? To know that you and he are father and son-so delicious!"
"Cost you extra."
"Of course, of course. I did say that we would settle that little matter first, didn't I?"
"You said cash, too, no checks."
"So I did, and so I have provided. But don't think that I'm made of money, you now. I am well-off, but not as rich as you probably imagine. I can't afford to pay too much."
"Well, how much can you pay?"
"Hmm, oh dear now, you have put me in a spot. Shall we say five hundred?"
The old man and I both near pissed in our pants! God Almighty! We never saw that much cold cash in a couple of months put together! An' for one, fuckin' night! But the old man was cool too.
"Well, I suppose that'll be all right for him, but you got to pay extra for me, father and son you know."
"Of course, of course! How about another hundred for you?"
The old man looked hurt. "You're not just gettin' a hustler. You're gettin' his father!"
"All right, two hundred? Well, make it seven fifty for the both of you. I really can't afford any more."
"Done."
"Fine, I'll fetch the money and then we can have our fun!" He left to get the dough.
The old man came over to me while he was gone. "Good goin' there, Monkey!" he whispered. "You just play him the way he wants it!"
CHAPTER THREE
He came back in in a few minutes and counted out the cash to the old man. It sure made a hell of a pile! When the old man counted it over and stashed it away, the Rich Guy told us to come with him down to his basement where he had a little play room. We followed him down to a real imagine room with stereo and television and all that, but that wasn't the play room that he meant. He unlocked a door in the back of the place and took us into a room like a basement, only it had all kinds of weird stuff in it. like a rack and other torture machines, and a school desk for a teacher an' a little desk for a kid, an' all different kinds of costumes, too. He had all the props for any kind of fantasy you wanted to act out!
"Now, first, I want to play with the boy, here," he said to the old man, "and I want you to watch everything while we do it, but don't say anything or do anything. Just sit still and watch. Then when I'm finished with him, I want you to do all of those things to me! And I want you to help him, uh, what is your name, boy."
"Monkey."
"Monkey? Is that your real name."
"It's the only one I got."
"All right, Monkey, I want you to help your father when it's time. Until then you do just exactly as I tell you to. You understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good. Now Jack, do take your clothes off and sit over there on that thing," he pointed to one of them weird torture machines. "And Monkey, you be a good boy and sit here in this seat until the teacher is ready." He pointed to the little desk. So I sat down while he went behind a screen in the corner. The old man shucked out of his clothes and perched up on the machine with his big prong hangin' limp down between his legs. There was a pad of paper an' a pencil on the desk, so I started makin' like I was in school. I printed all the words I knew how to write on the pad-Monkey, Harley, gas, oil, MPH, Jack-stuff like that. When I looked up, the rich guy had come out from behind the screen. He was wearin' a long black robe thing, like you see guys have on when they graduate from school. Only he didn't have it zipped, and he didn't have nothin' on under it.
Of course, I wanted to see right off how hung he was. I was kind of disappointed, 'cause he wasn't showin' much. He come over an' stood next to me while I was sittin' in the desk. "That's very good. Monkey," he said, lookin' at what I was writin'. "You continue with your lesson while the teacher watches you."
So I went on writin' some more words on the pad when all of a sudden the paper and my hands was splashed with hot piss! I looked up, an' he was just standin' there next to me with his limp dick in his hand, pissin' on me! That sure surprised the shit out of me, I'll tell you! I hadn't done nothin' like that before!
"Just go on with your lesson, Monkey," he said like nothin' was happenin'. "Pay attention to what you're writing!" So I went back to it, tryin' to keep on writin' on the soggy paper. An' he kept right on pissin' on me, squirtin' the stuff up my arms, on my head, down my back, an' into my lap!
He cleared his throat, "Uh, Monkey, look up at me, please," he said. So I looked up at him, an' he pissed all over my face! "Open your mouth, please," he said, only by then his voice was kind of tremblin' with the excitement, and he was playin' with his balls while he pissed on me. I opened my mouth like a little bird like he said, and he filled it up for me! I just sat there with my mouth hangin' open while he pissed right into it. The hot piss was runnin' out all over the place. It didn't taste too bad, really-sort of like hot tea, a little bit bitter. He was pinchin' his pecker and makin' it stop, then lettin' go and sprayin' me all over my face with it and into my mouth.
He finally run out and quit. "Swallow what you have in your mouth, Monkey," he said. So I shut my trap and swallowed his hot piss. It didn't feel too bad, but it give me one hell of a hard-on, I'll tell you! My little fucker was stand in' straight up in my pants, about to bust right through the zipper! I looked over at my old man, and he was grinnin' fit to kill and jackin' on his big joint. He had a big boner on by then, watchin' me drink the guy's piss, and he was enjoyin' the show. The Rich guy wiped the tip of his prick off on my face, then walked up to the big desk an' sat down there.
"Monkey, come up here, please," he said.
So I went up there and stood next to where he was sittin'. He reached out and felt of all my piss-soaked clothes. "Why, Monkey! Your clothes are all wet!" He said, actin' real surprised like. "You'll have to take off those wet things before you catch your death of cold."
I grinned at him, but he was keepin' a real straight face, so I played it straight, too. I started takin' my new clothes off, an' all the time, he was feelin' me up and messin' around. By the time I got all of 'em off, he had my little fucker in his hands and was jerkin' on it like he was goin't' pull it out by the fuckin' roots! I was only about seven or eight years old then, so my cock wasn't much bigger than a man's forefinger-thicker, but not much longer. He was takin' his finger and flickin' my nuts around with it. My berries were no bigger than pecans, but he was snappin' 'em hard enough to make 'em smart some.
"Monkey! You have an erection! How naughty!" he said, but I could tell by the look on his face that he was nuts about my little dinger and the way it was standin' up so hard and big for my age. He was strokin' up and down on it and playin' with my jewels. Kind of rough, but still feelin' real nice.
"You shouldn't let it get like that, young man! It is not polite! One must never become aroused in school. You never know what the teacher will think of something like that." I had a fairly damned good idea what this teacher thought about it! He dug it! But I shook my head, no. I pouted my Up out some and hung my head down like I was real ashamed of myself.
"I'm going to have to punish you for this behavior, you know, don't you Monkey?"
I nodded my head.
"I'm going to have to spank you. Let me see your bottom."
I turned around and showed him my ass. He rubbed his hands over my ass-cheeks and pinched 'em a little. Then he rubbed his face across my tail, scratchin' at it a little with his beard. Then I felt his tongue dart out, an' he started lickin' around my butt like my mounds were two big scoops of ice cream. He grabbed me up by the haunch bones and slammed me down on the big desk, flat on my face. Then he pulled my legs apart an' really went to town on my ass-hole! I had been fucked up the ass-hole dozens of times by then, but I had never had nobody stick anything as fun as a tongue up my shitter before! An' man! Did he ever have a long one! He was pullin' the hunks of my ass open like he was tearin' an orange in half, an' he was drivin' his tongue up my bunghole like it was a cock. Only I never knowed a cock that could worm around an' whip up in your ass-hole like a tongue can! God! Don't I love it, too!
He was gruntin' and moanin' and eatin' out my shitter, slobberin' all over my crack and the back of my little ball bag, an' drivin' that thing way up inside and suckin' out my ass-hole. Daddy was sittin' across from me, really gettin' off on watchin' the guy and me. His ol' pole was up past his belly button, and he was easin' his hand up an' down it and playin' with his balls while he watched. From the look on his face, he was plannin' to get a little of that tongue action up his tail, too.
I was squirmin' around on that desk top with my little dinger 'bout hard enough to fuck a knothole into the wood! It felt so fuckin' good for him to have his tongue in there eating out my shitter that I was about to cum off even when I wasn't old enough to! I couldn't believe that somebody was payin' me real money to do this to me! But he had plans for me to be earnin' my dough, too. Just about then, he pulled off my ass-hole and ripped off that funny black gown he was wearin'. Then he flipped me over onto my back on the desk top and dragged me over so that my head was hangin' over the side. He sort of stepped over my face and then stuffed it up his crack. His balls was draped over my nose, an' I could feel the root of his dong on my forehead, but the main center of attention right then was his ass-hole stuffed into my mouth. I figured what he wanted, an' I aimed to please, so I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. I touched the squeezed up button of his shitter, and he let out with a sigh and jammed my head up closer.
I pushed the tip of my tongue into his ass-hole, an' he opened right up for me. I didn't stop to think what it tasted like-I just started fuckin' his butt hole with my tongue like it was a cock. He went wild too, to have a little kid like me suckin' on his ass-hole. I did my best do do him the same way he done me, an' I guess he liked it well enough. I could hardly breathe the way he was jammin' my face up his crack to get more of my tongue up his ass-hole. I couldn't smell nothin' or taste nothin' but shit! But Shit! Man, if you can't eat crap and like it when you're down an' on the bottom, then how you goin't' enjoy it right when you the one on top? You got to learn to take it so you can dish it out right when the time comes!
Well, I was gettin' off on it with no sweat at all, buddy! I was yankin' on my little dick fit to tear it out by the roots while I was runnin' my tongue in and out of his shitty ass-hole and tongue-fuckin' it! The rich guy was lovin' it too. He was starin' at my ol' man an' talkin' dirty with him while I was doin' his ass-hole for him.
"He's rimming me! Do you realize that! Your boy is rimming my ass-hole while you just sit there and watch him doing it to me. You like it, too, don't you? Yes, I can see that you do! Your huge cock is so hard, and I can see you playing with yourself while you watch your son eating my shit! What a father you are! I wish my father had used me like you do your son! I wish he had fucked me with his big cock. He was a big stud like you are, not like me. I would have sucked his cock for him and drunk the sperm from his balls-the same sperm that made me! I would have done it, I would! God! God! You're going to do that to me! Aren't you? But first I'm going to do it to your little boy, and you're going to watch and enjoy it!"
He was talkin' wilder an' wilder an' about to smother me to death the way he was jammin' my face up his crack, but he had other things to do with me first! He was gettin' so close to cummin' off that he had to stop. Now if he had been my ol' man, he would just have gone on and shot off and then done it a dozen more times in a row without gettin' soft once! But this dude couldn't manage nothin' like that. He got off my face and give me a little air while he went around the other side of the desk and got ready to take care of my other end. He spread my legs for me again and stuffed my little cock into his mouth, balls an' all. An' he stuffed two, three fingers up my ass-hole at the same time. He wasn't too gentle about it, but I didn't mind. He was suckin' on my little tool and little berries real wild and rough, like he was goin' to bite off the whole set, you know. My ass-hole was all hot and slippery from the tonguin' he give me, so his fingers went right in real nice and sawed around in there to get me hot for his fucker.
I didn't have long to wait, neither. He wasn't all that big, but he was hard as a damn nail! He pulled his fingers out of my tail and slammed his spike all the way in in one shove. It felt good, just hurt a little bit, but no more than to give a little spice to it. He pulled all the way back out then on the next stroke and slammed it right back in to his balls. He kept it up like that, pullin' his dick all the way out and fuckin' it all the way back in again for awhile. It hurt more that way, an' I could see that he was gettin' off on the idea of hurtin' the hell out of me, rapin' the little boy, don't you know. Well, I give him a act that was good enough to get me one of them Academy Awards. He wasn't hurtin' me much of anything to speak of, but the way I was cryin' and yellin' and carryin' on you would have thought he was really murderin' me! I was yellin' that he was splittin' me open, and that he was too big, and for him to please take it out, and I was dyin' with the pain, and all that shit. I did my best to keep from laughin' in his stupid face. Man, he was really eatin' it up, don't you know? He really believed that he was hung so big that he was tearin' my ass-hole open! Asshole him!
He was gettin' close to cummin' off by then, rapin' him a virgin little boy he thought. His fucker was hard as hell, and he was jazzin' me harder and faster wihtout pullin' it all the way out no more. An' he grabbed onto my ballbag and was usin' it like a handle. He was yankin' on my berries like all shit to fuck his tool, into me better. Now that really did hurt some, but I didn't care. I was gettin' off on it all, too. He was only the third guy to fuck me, an' I wanted to feel what it was like for him to shoot off up my ass-hole. His handsome face didn't much look like a movie star no more while he was bent over me, lookin' into my face as he got ready to cream off. His lips were pulled back from his teeth, and his eyes were all crazy like. He was droolin' out of his mouth an' drippin' the spit all over my face as he humped my tail. Here it cums!
I felt his fucker jerkin' an' jumpin' in my ass-hole, but his load wasn't big enough for me to feel it squirt. Well, hell, I wasn't there to be havin' a good time myself. He yanked on my balls and yelled bloody murder, an' cum off, but it wasn't near as good as gettin' fucked by my old man an' feelin' him cummin' and cummin' until his jism would be runnin' in thick, sticky strings down my legs.
The rich guy's face and shoulders were flushed red as a cherry when he finally got his rocks off, and he was puffin' like a grampus. He jerked his rod out of my ass-hole and snatched open the drawer of the desk. He pulled out a little black whip about three foot long, the kind you might take to a dog and popped it a couple of times in the air.
"Turn over!" he ordered. "I'm going to punish you for what you have just done!" Shit, I hadn't done a damn thing but let him fuck me, but he was payin' the money, so I turned my rump up to him and got ready for it. God! You wouldn't have believed that a little fuckin' whip like that one could hurt so damn much! He cracked it down across my ass an' stung the shit out of me. The second time was even better, an' he drew some blood. "Cry! Damn you!" he shouted, so I obliged him by lettin' out a howl an' beggin' him to stop an' tellin' him that I was goin't' be a good boy from now on, an' all that shit. Well, that was what he wanted, but it only made him lace it into me harder and harder.
My hot buns were drippin blood down my legs, an' he was fair bent on turnin' them into a few pounds of raw hamburger. Course it hurt like shit, but I didn't care none. Hot, burnin' pain, you know, like licks of a blow torch across my ass, but all I done was to squirm around and turn up my tail to the whip and yell for him. Then he stopped and shoved the little handle of the whip up my ass-hole and started runnin' his hard cock around on my butt in the fresh, hot blood. He was soon hot as ever, but this time he wanted to fuck my mouth.
He yanked me up off the desk with the whip still jammed up my ass-hole like I had just growed a long, skinny black tail. He sat down on the teacher's chair and forced my head down between his legs where his little rod was stickin' up at me. I opened my mouth and took him all the way down my throat, but that wasn' good enough for him. He grabbed me by my ears an' damn near twisted them off while he forced my head down.
He was pullin' my hair and jerkin' on my ears and slammin' his fucker down my throat, but all the time he was talkin' to my old man.
"You see what I'm doing to your child? You're going to catch me at it in just a few moments. When I shoot my sperm down his young throat, you going to find me, and you're going to punish me for being so evil, aren't you? You're going to give me what I deserve! Oh yes, whipping and beating and fucking me, and the boy is going to help you do it to get even with me. Oh, fucking Christ, it's so good! I can't hold it! Jesus, Jesus! I'm raping him! I'm cumming! Oh, Fuck!" And I felt a couple of little squirts shoot into my throat.
It was okay, you know, some good hard rough stuff, but the real fun was just startin'. His fingers went limp and slid off my head, an' he flopped back in the chair. My old man grabbed me by the neck like I was a little kitten and pulled me off the guy's prick. He was yellin' and roarin' and callin' the rich guy all kinds of dirty names and threatenin' to kill him for ruinin' the life of a young innocent child-I guess he meant me! The rich guy was cowerin' back in the chair, his hands raised up to cover his face, an' he was blubberin' and bawlin' his head off, beggin' us not to hit him too hard.
Well, shit! That about turned my stomach, you know! The guy had looked good enough when he was the top man, but he was really just a wienie. Cryin', for godsakes, an' we hadn't even hit him yet, the old man an' me! It just got my blood up, I'll tell you! I was leanin' back against the desk with that damn whip still stuffed up my ass-hole, an' I reached down an' pulled it out. The handle of the thing was covered with my blood an' some shit an' a little bit of the rich guy's cum, so I took it and stuck it in his mouth for him.
He was cryin' an' talkin' an' all an' tryin' to tell me not do it to him, so I jammed it in an' busted his lip for him in the process. Oh, Jesus! Didn't that get him goin'! His snot was runnin' out of his nose all over his face, and the blood was runnin' down and mixin' with it from his split lip, but he was gobblin' down that whip handle and lickin' the shit off of it like it was the best candy cane there ever was. I took a hold of it and rammed it way in, down his throat so he could gag and choke on it, an' he damn near threw up on me, but his hands were jerkin' on his cock the whole time, an' he wasn't makin' no great effort to get away from me.
The old man took the whip away from me and pulled it out of the guy's mouth once he had cleaned it off real nice. He grabbed the guy by his hair and pulled him up on his feet. The rich guy's fucker was just as hard as ever by then, but he was still bawlin' and pretendin' that he was scared shitless of us. Well, we were goin' to give him somethin' to cry about an' no damn pretendin' about it!
"Dance! God damn you, queer! Dance!" The old man yelled at him. "Dance dirty for us! Get it on!" And the guy started doin' a little hootchie-cootch, you know buckin' his hips at us and stickin' his hot pecker out, but that wasn't damn near good enough for the old man. He took that whip and started lacin' it into the guy, an' I don't mean across his ass, neither! Hell, No! He cut him one right across the balls and the fronts of his legs!
That guy let out a shriek and really started puttin his heart into that belly dance! I mean he was fuckin' the air for us standin' up! An' 'bout every time he stuck his fucker out, my old man give him a little encouragement across the head of his cock with the snapper of that little dog whip. He couldn't get him hard enough and direct enough to cut the blood out of him, but he sure as shit was turnin' him redder'n a cherry! God! His cock head looked like it was fuckin' on fire! An' he cut him up between the legs a couple of times to lay it over his balls and up the crack of his ass!
I was hot to get in on it too, so I jumped up on the big desk and pinched the shit out of the head of my pecker to get it to go down some. As soon as I got it limber some, I pushed down as hard as I could until I got a little piss squeezin' out of it. I reached out and took a hold of him by his long hair and yanked his face over to my pissin' prick! "Drink it!" I said. "Swallow it down, every drop!" I ordered. An' once I got to pissin' the hot stuff just came floodin' out! He didn't give me no argument about it this time, neither! His mouth went open, an' I was pissin' right over his fuckin' tonsils, an' he was guzzlin' my hot piss down like he was dyin' of thirst! I had a real pisser full of the stuff, an' I give it all to him!
My old man busted the little dog whip across the guy's belly and needed somethin' better than that, so he went over to his pants which was lyin' on the floor and took out his big, black, motorcycle belt. He drug it out of his jeans an' wrapped the leather around his fist a couple of times with the buckle in the middle. He swung it round his head a couple of times to make it whistle, then landed it with a crack across the guy's ass! Man! I been belted with that fucker enough times to know that it hurts one shit load more than any little dog whip ever could! My old man kept that up while I was drainin' my piss into the guy's mouth, then he told me to lie down on the desk and get my ass-hole open.
He wrapped the belt around the guy's neck real tight and told him to get to eatin' out my ass-hole for me. He started gobblin' my shit while the old man stuck his cock up his ass at the same time. As I been tellin' you, my old man was near as big hung as I am, an' when he fucked your tail, you knew you were gettin' screwed by a stud! Daddy was havin' a ball fuckin' the guy and chokin' off his air with the belt, seein' how long he would keep suckin' out my ass-hole before he would pass out from the chokin'. Then the old man cum off and told me to switch places with him. That was nifty as shit with me, 'cause I'd never had an ass-hole to fuck before. I hopped up and ran around the other end and stuck my pronger up his tail. It was loose as shit after the old man had finished with him, but I jacked around in there a while for the fun of it while the old man made the guy eat out his ass-hole for him. I humped his ass-hole every which way I could, but his hole was just too big for my dinger. But the old man took care of that for me. When he was hot and ready to shoot again after the guy had eaten out his ass-hole for him, he come around back where I was and showed me a little trick. He told me to use my fist and arm instead of my cock to fuck him with. We didn't bother to use no grease, either, just the sweat and shit and cum that my old man had planted up his tail. I wormed my fingers in until I had my whole hand inside and the guy was bellerin' like a stuck pig. Then I made a fist up inside his ass-hole and let him have my arm to the elbow! I liked that, but I wished at the time that my cock was that big! Damn near had my wish come true, too!
After the old man fucked him a few more times, we decided to call it a night. So the old man took the rich guy and stood him up in the corner and slowly and methodically beat the shit out of him. He let me kick him in the balls all I wanted to, but he had passed out by then.
CHAPTER FOUR
Next day, the rich guy called us up at the motel we were stayin' at and told us that the evening had been everything he could have hoped for. He said that he wasn't goin' to be able to come out in public for at least a month, but it was worth every bit of it. He give my old man the names of some friends of his in other cities who liked that kind of entertainment, and we were set up to make some real money for awhile. They never wanted us to come back again, though-one evening of my old man and me was enough to satisfy 'em for a lifetime.
We traveled around from city to city in the midwest for a few years, goin' from one rich John to the next. The old man an' old lady never did have much trouble spendin' the money as fast as I could bring it in, an' they were always ready for more. Besides, they knew that I wasn't goin't' be bringin' it in at that rate for long. These cats wanted genuine, little pinkie boys, an' I wasn't going to stay seven or eight years old forever! We stayed in motels all the time, but we still traveled on the Harley with the sidecar. That's how the old lady cashed in her chips one night, an' my life took a big change.
We were headin' north on 37 into Indy to see the 500 and to do a little business with some guys who were there for the same event. I was ridin' behind the old man on the back of the Harley, and the old lady was passed out cold, drunk as a skunk in the side car. It was dark as the inside of a black stud's ass-hole when this pick-up truck come weavin' down the road towards us. I was awake enough to hear the old man yell, "Holy Shit!" and try to take the bike off the road to miss the fuckin' truck. But there's these big ditches along the roads there, and the old man didn't quite make it onto this side turn-off. The sidecar went straight into a big oak at about sixty or seventy miles an hour, an' the rest of the bike sort of hooked around it. I shot right over the old man's back out into the dark and didn't wake up 'til I was in the hospital.
The old lady never felt a thing. My old man busted his right leg and really racked up his right arm bad. He was in the bed next to me. They buried the old lady while we was in the hospital. All I had was a bad knock on my head and some cuts and bruises. They let me out after a few days, but it was the welfare people who were waitin' for me. They were all-fired curious about who we was and where we was goin' and' where we was comin' from an' a whole lot of other stuff that wasn't none of their fuckin' business. But they had me. The old man was up in traction in the bed and couldn't do a damn thing about it when they told him that they was goin' to put me in a foster home for a while until he was up on his feet again an' could take care of me.
I was about twelve years old then, an' I figured I'd be in a foster home for about three or four months until the old man was well, an' we could take off, but it turned out that I stayed for four years an' never did live with my old man again. The trouble was that as soon as I got caught up in the red tape of that fuckin' welfare agency, I like to never got out again. They just went nuts when they couldn't find no papers for me. You know these days even a damn civilian dog islikely to have more papers than I did then. A dog's got to have a dog tag to prove he's had his rabies shot.
Well, I didn't have one goddamn thing to prove who I was or what my name was or how old I was or anything. I not only didn't have no social security number an' no driver's license, I didn't even have a fuckin' birth certificate to show them! First off, they wanted to know what my name was, so I told them, Monkey Maguire. Then they had the all-fired shit to tell me that that couldn't be my name! They said that Monkey wasn't a name for a boy! I told them it fuckin' was my name, an' if they didn't like it, they could go fuck themselves!
They didn't like my attitude nor my language neither, I'll tell you, buddy!
The old man told them that my name was Monkey since that was the only name I'd ever had. They screwed the name of the place where I got born out of him and the date, near as he could remember it. They wrote off, an' the birth certificate come back with Baby Boy Maguire on it. Well, even those shitheads realized they couldn't call me Baby, so they wanted to call me Mark. I told them to take Mark an' stuff it up their asses. We compromised on Monk. I been Monk Maguire ever since.
That was just the start of my grief. They found out that I had never been to school in my whole life, an' they give me a bunch of shit about that. They made me take some tests an' found that I could read some and make changes, but I didn't know from shit about history or science or any of that crap. I guess I wasn't much worse off than the civilian kids who had gone to school. Most of them don't learn nothin' in school neither. I don't talk good grammar, an' you can see I don't write it neither, but you can tell what I'm tryin' to say, can't you? What the hell else is there? But I had to go to this summer school to catch up on my learnin'.
I thought I was goin' to land in some holy, holy bleedin' heart foster home where I was goin' to have to talk nice an' go to Sunday school fifty times a week an' all that bullshit, but it didn't turn out that bad. I was in farm country, an' it being summer time, there was always somebody who needed a little free slave labor to help out 'round the farm. This old geezer about a zillion years old come in to the welfare office an' pinched the muscles in my arm, I swear to God, an' allowed that I could at least detassle corn, so he would take me. Detasslin' corn ain't hard work-you just cook your fuckin' brains out in the sun all day long, that's all. I could have done worse.
So this old guy by the name of Willard took me out to his farm. It was a little piddle-shit place, an' he only had one guy to work it for him. The guy who worked the place was named Farley, an' he was the biggest, strongest, dumbest bastard I ever laid eyes on. I never discovered if Farley was his first name or his last name, an' he sure as shit couldn't tell me. He was so dumb he couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the fuckin' heel! He was another hard-luck case that old man Willard had taken in when he was a kid, only Farley was so stupid, he never run away or nothin'. He just stayed an' did the work, best he could. He was one huge mother-fucker, though, an' strong as any man I ever seen, even if he was dumb.
When we pulled up at the farm in old man Willard's pick-up truck, Farley was standin' out in the yard waitin' for us. Farley was about six foot seven or eight inches tall in his bare feet, an' he was always bare-footed. His shoulders were more than three foot wide, an' his upper arms were a sight bigger than my thighs, an' I wasn't exactly a shrimp myself! He looked like God had shaped out his face with the heel of his shoe and then give up on the job as wasted work, but his eyes were a real deep blue an' just as sweet and empty as a new-born baby's. He looked at me for a second, then told old man Willard that he was hungry an' wanted some dinner.
The old man's wife was long in her grave, so he had to do the cookin'. I guess you could call openin' cans and warmin' up the mess cookin'. It was even worse than the hospital shit, an' that's damn sayin' something! We sat around the kitchen table and choked down this dog-puke. There wasn't a television or anything except a old radio that was blarin' away this corny country music. It was hotter'n hell too, an' not even a fuckin' fan in the place. Old man Willard turned on one little light to read his Bible by an' hogged all the light from that. When it got to be dark about nine-thirty, he told us to go off to bed. Man, I couldn't believe it! I never went to bed earlier than when the television went off the air when the old man and old lady an' me was stayin' in a motel, but I didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter.
Farley and me was supposed to sleep out on the porch in the back. It was screened in so the bugs wouldn't eat us alive, an' there was some traces of breeze that went through every few hours to cool us off some. Old man Willard went off to bed and left us out there on the porch in the moonlight. Farley had a old bed in one corner, an' he dragged out a mattress from under it for me to sleep on.
Then we started to undress for the night.
Farley wasn't payin' a bit of attention to me as he shucked his clothes off, but I was payin' a whole lot of attention to him. He pulled his shirt off, an' I could see that his chest was as hairy as a bear, just like fur! Then he dropped his jeans, an' I could see that he didn't wear no undershorts. The light wasn't too good, but I got a look at something hangin' between his legs that looked about the same size as the rest of him, but it wasn't hard.
While I was takin' my clothes off, I realized with a shock that I hadn't gotten my rocks off for days. I was old enough to cum by then, though I hardly had any hair to speak of on my nuts yet-just a couple of wisps. I was on the way to growin' me a bull-sized cock though. It was a little over seven inches long, but only a inch an' a half or so broad. Not near full-grown yet, but pretty nice for a kid my age! I was feelin' mighty randy, too, just then. I hadn't shot a wad for some time, an' I was used to at least three, four times a day usually. I was close to gettin' a boner on just from havin' the warm air playin' around my young nuts, but I kep' it cool until I found out a little more about Farley.
He was layin' down on his bed with his hands behind his head, starin' up at the ceilin'. I laid down on my mattress an' waited awhile, but he didn't say or do nothin'.
"Your name's Farley?" I said. He grunted. "My name's Monkey."
"Hi, Monkey," he said.
I asked him a little about himself, an' told him that my old man was in the hospital, an' my old lady had got killed in the bike wreck.
"That's too bad," he said simply.
"I'll get by."
"Good."
"What do you do 'round here when you feel horny."
"What?"
"What do you do when you want to fuck."
"I fuck."
"Yeah, I know, but who do you do it with? You got a girlfriend?"
"Naw, just the cow. I fuck the cow most the time. She-likes it." He giggled.
Well, that was one thing I sure as shit never tried before! An' there wasn't much I hadn't tried by then!
"You ever fucked a girl?" I asked him. "Yeah, couple of times."
"You like it."
"Yeah, sure."
"You ever fucked another boy."
"Yeah, lots of times."
"You like that."
"Course."
"You want to fuck with me."
"Didn't think you was old enough."
"I'm old enough. I got a hard on right now, an' my balls is about to bust."
"Yeah."
"Feel me."
So he turned over on the bed and put his hand over the side. I guided his fingers to where my meat was throbbin' up over my belly, an' he grabbed it. He give it a good squeeze and stroked up an' down on it."
"You got a big one for a little kid," he said.
"How big is yours?" I asked eagerly.
"Oh, bigger'n that! I got the biggest one in the county!" he bragged.
"Really!" I said, my mouth waterin' for it. "Let me see."
"It's right here," he said and rolled back onto his back. It wasn't too hard to find, neither. He was just a shade less in size than my old man, an' that's sayin' a hell of a lot! It run up his hairy belly past his belly button, an' it was so thick, I could hardly fit my fingers all the way around it! Just the size to satisfy a horny kid like me. He let me feel him up without no more concern than if I was feelin' the muscle in his arm. I reached down an' cupped his balls, too. He was even bigger in the nuts than my old man was-big hairy things they was, fat and full of cum!
"What do you like to do?" I asked. I was kneelin' on my mattress by the side of his bed with one hand on his fucker an' the other one on mine.
"Fuckin' an' suckin," he said.
"You like to fuck or get fucked?" I asked.
He seemed a little startled, you know, by my question. "I get fucked by guys," he said. "I can't fuck them. I'm too big for that, I fuck the cow. She can take me, an' she-likes it." He giggled again.
"You never fucked another guy."
"No."
"You can fuck me if you want to."
He laughed. "You're just a kid. You can't take a cock like mine up your butt. None of the guys can."
"I sure can, an' I will!" I bragged.
He just shrugged in the moonlight on the bed. He wasn't takin' me seriously at all. Just a kid braggin' 'bout something he didn't know nothin' about; that's what he figured.
"You suck cock?" I asked him.
"Oh, yeah. I like that. Cum's good!" he said and licked his lips. "You want to fuck my mouth?"
"Yeah, in a while. You like to get sucked?"
"Yeah! You want to suck me too?"
"Just let me at it," I said, an' I climbed up onto the bed with him. I had a good grip on his pecker, an' I could feel the way it was jumpin' around on his belly at the idea of gettin' sucked off. He was grinnin' like the fool he was, too. His hand went out to play with my dick while I got down on his joint. He was uncircumcised, an' he smelled a little strong, but that didn't bother me-just showed he was a man.
He had a big, broad knob on his fucker, an' it was already juicy and wet from him pumpin' out the slippery stuff while we was talkin' sexy. I popped the head of his cock into my mouth and run my tongue around it, tastin' his good stuff an' gettin' him hot. Then I took a deep breath and stuck my head down on his fucker until he was bumpin' against the back of my throat. I felt to make sure I wasn't goin't' gag on him and toss my cookies in his lap, then I forced him in past the narrows and felt my Adam's apple gettin' pushed out of the way by his huge tool slidin' into my gullet. I kep' on shovin' until my nose was buried in the hairy skin of his nuts.
Well, Farley may have fucked a cow before, but he damn sure never had nobody deep throat his big dork for him! He let out a roar like a stud bull and gripped my legs with his hands so hard, he left bruises on me. He was gruntin' an' moanin' and gaspin' for breath like I was twistin' his nuts off for him instead of just suckin' his cock. When I pulled off of it for some air, his legs an' his whole body was tremblin'.
"God! God!" he was moanin'. "How'd you do that? Jesus! Ain't nobody ever done that to me before! Do it some more! Do it! God! That feels so fuckin' good! Suck me off! I want to cum in your belly!"
It's nice to feel appreciated, ain't it?! "Rim me while I suck you off," I told him.
"Rim you? What's that?" he asked.
"Stick your tongue up my ass-hole," I told him.
"Oh, God! I never done nothin' like that before, uh, Monkey!"
"I didn't ask you to do it," I said. "I told you to do it! Now get your tongue up my ass-hole like I told you! Way up inside there and lick all around inside it! Get on it!"
He grunted like I explained every thing there was to know about it, an' did just like I said. His jaws were all scratchy with his tough beard as he forced his face up my crack an' started fuckin' my shitter with his tongue. Felt mighty damn good, an' I got a charge out of orderin' the big dummy around like that. Shit, man! He could of busted me right in half with his bare hands, but he was takin' orders from me like it was the other way around. I just got a natural talent for givin' commands, you might say!
I grooved on him suckin' out my ass-hole for me like it was full of chocolate bars instead of shit, then I went back to work on his big horse cock. I sucked my breath in real deep and slid his dong down my throat like I done before. When I got it in and got my throat muscles workin' on it, twistin' my head around and screwin' it on his fucker, his tongue liked to jumped all the way up my ass-hole to my belly button! He was really gettin' off on me deep throatin' him like that, an' he was givin' me as good as I was givin' him.
He started buckin' his hips up off the bed to cram his prong deeper down my throat, an' he was messin' up my rhythm that I was usin' on him. So I decided to cool him off just a bit. I grabbed onto his big, fat balls and pulled. I forced him back down on the bed to keep his ass still while I sucked on his root by squeezin' the shit out of his nuts and pullin' down on them. Didn't do a damn bit of good though! No, shit, man! He just kep' right on buckin' his hips up at me and prongin' my throat with his fucker. Didn't matter to him if I twisted his balls right off-wasn't goin' to keep him from fuckin' my belly the way he wanted to! Now there is a MAN, like I told you! Didn't matter if he was dumber'n horseshit in my book-a guy who could take it like that was okay by me!
So I held onto his nuts and let him near rip 'em off his body while I kep' my head still and let him fuck my face. An' he kep' right on wormin' his tongue up my ass-hole the same time. Wasn't long before I felt his fucker get even bigger than before. It was swellin' up and then started twitchin' real hard as the waves of his load were pumpin' out of it into my belly. God! Didn't he get those fat rocks off, too! I was about to pass out from lack of breath, but he just kep' cummin' an' cummin'! Finally, I had to pull it out an' get some air. The last few squirts out of his pud splashed out onto my tongue. Real sweet and tangy stuff it was!
Wasn't till then that I even noticed that he had about ripped my ass to shreds with his fingernails in his excitement about what I was doing to his tool! The blood was runnin' down my legs, an' I hadn't even noticed it! It stung too when his hairy cheeks rubbed in the scratches! Now that is a satisfyin' fuck when you don't even know what's happenin' with the rest of your body!
I turned around to face him an' got up on my knees on his shoulders with my cock waggin' over his dumb, ugly face. His eyes was rollin' around in his head, an' his tongue was hangin' out gaspin' an' tryin' to get his breath back from the big cum he had just had. "What you goin't' do?" he ask me, starin' up at me.
"I think I want to jerk off in your face, " I said. "You can try to catch it on your tongue."
"Gimme your load! I'll eat your cum! Shoot it for me!" He was really wild for it.
"Lick my balls if you can," I giggled while I jacked on my hot joint. I kep' my knees down on his shoulders, but he was lungin' up at me with his head, landin' a good lap ever now an then across the bottom of my buttocks. I dug seein' how hungry for it he was. I was already hotter than a cheap pistol on a Saturday night, so it didn't take me long to get ready to cum off.
"In my mouth!" he was gaspin'. "Shoot off in my mouth!" He had his mouth wide open, an' his tongue hangin' out waitin' to get as much of my ball cream as he could lap up. I was gettin' real close, just a couple more strokes, an' I was goin' to crack my jewels and shit the jism out all over his wild face. I rocked back on my haunches to let him have it, but just at the last second, when I felt the cum risin' up into the root of my dork an' the twitchin' startin' to jerk it out, I stuck my hips forward. I jammed the head of my cock up to his nose, the pisshole right into his nostril, an' I let him have it like that! An' I creamed off one shit load of boy cum, too! Squirt, squirt, squirt! It throbbed out of my joint an' shot up his nose! At first he coughed and choked, but then he snuffed the stringy jism down the back of his nose and swallowed it down his throat like it was a big wad of runny snot.
When I finished dumpin' my load, he sucked it all down an' swallowed it an' grinned. "God! You're a wild kid!" he said.
"Yeah, ain't I!"
"Can you really take my cock up your ass-hole, Monkey? I didn't think you could suck me like that you done there, but you did."
"Yeah, I can take that an' more!"
"Please, let me fuck you, Monkey! I'm so hot an' hard I got to fuck somethin', an' you're nicer'n the cow!"
I been paid some compliments in my life, but that one 'bout took the cake! Nicer'n the damn cow! cow!
"Yeah, in a minute," I told him. "I got another little surprise for you right now."
"What? What you goin' to do, Monkey?"
I stuck my cock into his mouth to shut up his dumb questions, and he started suckin' on it like a damn vacuum cleaner. He damn near spoiled my surprise the way he was goin' down on my dick, but I managed it anyway. "You'll find out!" I said with a giggle, an' then I started pissin' into his mouth!
His eyes near popped out of his head! I think the dummy thought I was cumming that much at one time at first, then he realized what I was up too. He groaned, an' was lettin' the piss run out of the corners of his mouth, an' starin' up at me while I pissed a bladder full.
"Swallow it!" I said. "Or I won't let you fuck me!" Gurgle, gurgle, he went, an' then started drinkin' my hot piss down as fast as I could drain it out. When I finished, I slid back down his belly and took his heavy dong in my hand. He was hard as a piston an' just as hot. I put the head up to my bung hole and began backin' up onto it.
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up with old man Willard pokin' me in the rump with a stick an' yellin' in my ear, "Get up! Get up! It's past five!" I was as cold an' stiff as a icicle, all curled up on top of Farley, buck-assed naked, an' tryin' to burrow down into the hair on his chest an' belly to get warm. It had been hot enough to bake bread when we went to sleep finally, but it got mighty damn cool and damp during the night. Old man Willard didn't seem to give a shit that we were both sleepin' in the same bed together, an' naked at that. He just kep' on hollerin' about how we had work to do, an' we better get at it if we wanted any breakfast.
When I felt Farley stirrin' and yawnin' under me, I discovered that my muscles wasn't the only thing that was stiff that mornin'! Farley had a big early-mornin' boner on, an' my fucker was piss-proud, too. We were just covered all over with dried up jism an' sweat, an' piss an' everything else you can think of after a fine night's fuckin'. I'm not too dainty myself, but I felt too damn grubby and grungy to climb back into my clothes that way. But Farley mumbled, "Let's wash up," an' headed out the back door.
So I followed after him in the dim, early mornin' light, walkin' naked with our cocks stickin' out through the grass and weeds toward the pond on the far side of the pasture. It was really neat, reminded me of the days when the old man and old lady and me used to sleep out in the woods when we didn't have no money to be wastin' on a motel room. There's somethin' really special and horny about walkin' around in the woods bare-assed.
When we got to the side of the pond, Farley just jumped on in, an' I followed him. That fuckin' water seemed freezin' cold to me, an' it really cleared the cobwebs out of your head fast enough. Took the starch out of my pecker, too. We swum around and splashed each other till we heard old man Willard screechin' at us from back at the house, so we climbed out. I needed to take a piss real bad by then, an' so did Farley, so we had a little fun pissin' on each other like we was a couple of fire engines puttin' out a blaze. We rinsed off an' walked back to the house, still soakin' wet an' still buck naked. I was in the mood for some more fuckin' but we didn't have no time for it. We dried off some an' got dressed an' headed for the barn.
Farley introduced me to his lady-love then-a big, ol' sway-backed cow named Louise. She was snufflin' around in the stall and her bag was bulgin' with milk. Farley rubbed her back an' took out a little milkin' stool and pail and showed me how to milk her. I'd never seen a cow milked before, an' it sure surprised me how much milk came squirtin' out when he pulled on her teats. He give me the pail an' told me to have a drink, an' I did. I never been too big on milk myself, but that hot milk fresh out of the cow's udder was the best damn stuff I ever tasted-rich an' warm an' creamy, not like the cold sour stuff you buy in a store! While he started fillin' the second pail, I took the manure fork and pitched a load of shit onto the pile behind the barn. You know, cow shit don't stink the way that people shit does. It has a strong, sweet smell like fermentin' hay-really kind of nice.
Farley put the cow out in her pen an' give her some hay and feed an' pumped some fresh water from the pond into her trough. Then we flung out some grain for the chickens that rim wild all over the place and picked up the milk pails an' toted them into the house. We just put them in the refrigerator, an' didn't run it through a separator or nothin'. It was just for us to drink. I heard you can get sicker'n shit off of drinkin' raw milk, but it didn't do nothin' but put a little more meat on my bones for me. Breakfast was fried eggs which the old man had managed to turn into tough pieces of leather, fried mush which I wouldn't have fed to a dog I didn't like, the most godawful coffee I ever drunk, bread, butter, jam, an' all that. It was a huge fuckin' meal, but I was hungry enough to eat a bear, raw and alive!
Then we headed out to detassle us some corn. I never figured out why you was supposed to do it or what good it did, but when you detassle corn, you pull off the part of the plant that makes the pollen-sort of like castratin' a plant. Weird, man! But it ain't hard work, just dull and hot as the day warmed up. Seemed like we was out in that fuckin' field all our lives, yankin' the nuts off of corn stalks! An' we didn't hardly get no time off for lunch, either. Old man Willard brought us out some sandwiches and a pail of tea where we was workin' an' stood over us while we ate to make sure we didn't waste no time.
When the old bastard left, Farley said he had to take a leak. I was feelin' sort of hot and ornery, so a little idea popped into my head. "Wait," I said when he was haulin' his dork out of his pants. "Don't piss," I said.
"But I got to, Monk, I got to take a piss real bad," he said, standin' there with his big prong in his hand. But he didn't piss any;
"I want to see how long you can hold it," I told him.
"But I drunk half a bucket of tea!" he said an' started dancin' around on his toes like a little kid that's goin' to wet his britches if he don't get to take a leak real soon.
"You want to fuck me again tonight? Then you just put it back in your pants an' hold it!"
Pop! He stuffed it right back in an' zipped back up. He was feelin' mighty uncomfortable, but he had that dumb, sexy grin on his face thinkin' about what it was like to fuck my tight ass-hole. I pulled my pecker out and took a long piss lettin' him watch me and lettin' him hold it for me while I went. He licked the last drops off of the tip for me and put it carefully back into my heans. Then we went back to work.
We worked on down a couple more rows, an' I heard him gruntin' and frownin' when he bent over or moved too quick. "I got to go real bad, Monk," he moaned when we got to the end of the next row.
"You can't," I said. "Why not?"
"If you want my ass, then you got to hold it."
He groaned an' started on the next row. He would do anything I told him to get his fucker up my ass-hole!
About an hour later his face was gettin' white from the pain, an' his lips was pulled back from his teeth. "It's hurtin' me, Monk," he said. "It hurts awful bad!"
"Can't you take it?" I sneered. "You got to be able to take a little bit of hurtin' if you expect me to take that cock of yours up my tail. That hurts some, I can tell you!"
"It's gettin' hard, Monk," he said, grinnin' a little bit. "All that piss is makin' me hard."
"You can take it out an' give it some air if you want to," I told him generously. I could see his big fucker all swollen up his jeans. He fumbled at his zipper an' got it down, but he had to unsnap his jeans and pull 'em down his legs to get his hard prong out of 'em. Then he pulled 'em back up and just snapped 'em at the top. His cock looked like a extra arm stickin' up out of his fly with the knob of his dick lookin' like a fist at the end. His cock skin was pulled back off of the head, an' it was swollen up so hard it looked like a shinin' ruby in the bright sunlight. The fat veins was bulgin' out around the shaft like blue ropes, an' he was so hard, his fucker looked like it was part of his hipbones. He sighed a little to get it unbent an' out of his pants.
He was barely able to walk by then, but I made him work down to the far end of the field away from the farmhouse an' the road. He was groanin' an' moanin' with every step he took. "Okay," I said, "Now you can piss."
Well, a big smile broke over his face, an' he stood there with his giant cock in his hand, lookin' all relieved until he realized that he couldn't piss a drip! He first looked puzzled, then plum scared!
"I can't, Monk! I can't piss! I done screwed it up, an' it won't work anymore!" His eyes was filled with fright.
"Sure you can" I said an' took his pecker in my hand. I rubbed up and down on the shaft to get him harder an' make sure that he wouldn't be able to piss any at all. "Go ahead."
"No, I really can't, Monk! It don't work no more! It's goin' to bust in my belly, an' I'm goin' to die!"
"That's too bad you're goin' to croak, Farley. I liked havin' you fuck me. I'm goin' to miss you."
Lord, I nearly died tryin' to keep from laughin' at the dumb bastard as he stood out there in the field with his pants down an' his enormous prong juttin' up from the root of his belly. He was certain sure that he was goin' to die in a few minutes! He didn't cry or nothin' though. He was just sort of surprised and pissed off that he was goin' to die when he didn't expect it.
I poked my finger into his hard belly. "Has it busted yet?" I asked him.
He grunted from the pain. "Naw, I don't think so.
"You want to fuck me one more time before you croak?"
That brightened him up considerable. "Yeah, that would be nice!"
I shucked off my pants, and he kicked off his jeans. We got down to it right there in the corn field. I lay down on my back an' pulled my legs up so I could watch him while he fucked me. He seemed to have forgotten right away about dyin', so I reminded him. "It'll probably happen when you cum," I said.
"What?" he asked while he was tryin' to bend his prick down far enough to get the head of it to my ass-hole.
"Your bladder will probablybust when you cum, an' then you'll die."
He gave a long shudderin' sigh, but it was from pure pleasure as he sank his spear into my guts up to his balls. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Monk," he said an' began to pull it out seven or eight inches for his first stroke.
"Better make it good, since this'll be your last fuck. Fuck me real hard, Farley. I want to see the look on your face when you cum off up my ass-hole and die. That'll be neat! I'll be killin' you with my ass-hole! How about that! I'm goin' to fuck you to death! What do you think about that, Farley? What do you think about dyin' while you fuck me?"
I was usin' my ass-hole on his hard prong every way that my old man had taught me and some more ways I had learned on my own. The dummy was havin' a real hard time thinkin' about anything at all 'cept how good my ass felt around his fucker. "Good a way as any, I guess, Monk," he grunted.
"Hurry up an' do it real fast, Farley. I'm feelin' real horny an' I want to cum off when you die. Hurry up an' die for me, Farley so I can get my rocks off good!" God! That talk was makin' me so sexy, I was about to die! An' Farley was ready to do anything I told him too to please me. He was perfectly convinced that he was goin' to croak as soon as he got his rocks off, but he was ready to hurry up an' die faster for me, so I could cum real good!
I was suckin' and screwin' on his tool with my ass-hole as hard as I could, an' he was fuckin' as fast as he could fuck his ass. "Oh, oh! I'm goin' to cum, Monk! Get ready! I'm goin' to die!"
"Bye, Farley. It's been nice knowin' you!"
"God! Oh, Jesus! It's so good to fuck your ass, Monk! Bye! I'm cummin'! Cummin'! God! Dyin'! " An' he gave a roar and started shootin' a fuckin' fountain of jism into me! Christ! He was gettin' off all he had in his nuts in his last cum! His eyes was bulged out and crossed, an' his tongue was hangin' out. I thought for a while that he was really goin' to croak off with his cock throbbin' up my ass-hole! That made me cum even better! My joint was bouncin' on my belly, up against his hairy body, an' shootin' fuck cream like the way blood jets out of a chicken's neck when you chop its head off! Jesus! I never got off so fuckin' good!
Course as soon as he got his nuts off, the piss started leakin' out of his pecker. I could feel it runnin' into my ass-hole. Then it started pourin' out, fillin' me up and gushin' up my guts like a enema! Must have been a gallon or so, or at least that's what it felt like! "I'm pissin', Monk! I'm alive! It didn't bust! It didn't kill me! It's workin' right again!"
"Hey, that's good, Farley!"
"I'm pissin'! " Then he got a sly grin, "I'm pissin' up your ass-hole! How you like that?"
I smiled and rubbed my sticky cum around on my belly, twistin' around under him as he gave me a piss-enema. "Feels good to me, Farley. Makin' me hard again!"
"That's what you wanted, ain't it? You wanted me to piss up your ass-hole!"
"Yeah!"
"Then it wasn't goin' to kill me?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't know whether it would or not, but I didn't care much one way or the other. It sounded like fun to me."
"Yeah it was. I got off real good."
"You have to do what I say anyway, you know, if you want to fuck me. Some day I might tell you something to do that might really get you killed, but that's all right with me. It'll be fun anyway."
"That's all right with me, too, Monk. Whatever you say! God! I'm still pissin'! " Up your ass-hole! How you like that?"
I smiled and rubbed my sticky cum around on my belly, twistin' around under him as he gave me a piss-enema. "Feels good to me, Farley. Makin' me hard again!"
"That's what you wanted, ain't it? You wanted me to piss up your ass-hole!"
"Yeah!"
"Then it wasn't goin' to kill me?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't know whether it would or not, but I didn't care much one way or the other. It sounded like fun to me."
"Yeah it was. I got off real good."
"You have to do what I say anyway, you know, if you want to fuck me. Some day I might tell you something to do that might really get you killed, but that's all right with me. It'll be fun anyway."
"That's all right with me, too, Monk. Whatever you say! God! I'm still pissin'. "
"Yeah, I know. I can feel it."
"You ain't lettin' none of it out. Don't that hurt?"
"Sure," I shrugged my shoulders.
"What you goin' to do with it?"
"I'm goin' to shit it all out in your face."
"Okay. I'm 'bout done, I think."
"Take your time," I said. My boner was just as hard as if I hadn't shot off at all. I was feelin' so horny I was about to die! My cock was throbbin' on my belly, an' my nuts were pulled up real tight! My gut was achin' so bad I could hardly breathe with all the piss that was fillin' it up an' stretchin' it out. Shit, if it hurt me this much when I had all my ass-hole to hold it in, imagine how much it must of hurt him with it all in his bladder! God! I felt like a fuckin' watermelon was growin' up inside my ass!
He pulled his fucker out when he finished, an' I squeezed down on it real hard to keep the piss from shootin' out. I told him to lay back on the ground between the rows of corn, while I tried to get to my feet. It wasn't so easy to do, neither! I was sloshin' with every movement, an' strainin' my ass-hole to keep from shittin' out all the the piss and crap before I was ready. I finally got up and stood over him with my feet on either side of his broad shoulders. That made it even harder for me to hold the piss in, but it felt sexy to look down an' see him lyin' there waitin' for me to dump on him.
My pecker was just as hard as his had been before, an' I was jackin' on my hard joint and playin' with my balls while I looked down at him.
He reached up and took my nuts between his big fingers and twisted them around, then pulled 'em down toward him. That was just the trick to tip me over the edge. I opened up on him front and back, my jism shootin' out into his hair and the hot piss floodin' down over his face and chest. The rush of the hot stuff through my ass-hole while I was gettin' my rocks off was a real turn-on, I tell you! Hot stuff for farmboys!
Farley an' me got along real fine once we got things arranged between us. The arrangement was real simple-I was the master; he was the slave. I would tell him to do anything that struck my imagine, any damn time I felt like it, and he would obey me instantly and with total obedience. He was not to ask no questions or object to nothing, an' he learned his lesson right away. Old Man Willard didn't give a shit what we done just as long as the work got done first. He just ignored our fuckin' an' cock suckin' and all our little games, though he didn't want us doin' it in the house-just the porch an' outside. I often wondered if he ever wanted to join in, but he just ignored us an' didn't watch or nothin'.
As the days went by I thought up all kinds of new tricks for Farley. like one time I got a big safety pin, an' I decided that it would be a lot of fun to play with. I told Farley that it would be a nice reminder during the day of the fun we were goin' to have that night. We had finished detasslin' the corn on old man Willard's farm by then an' he was rentin' us out to the other farmers in the area to work for them. Course he was the one who was collectin' an' keepin' our wages, so I guess maybe that's why he let us do what we wanted to do with our own time. Anyways, when we was workin' on the other farms, we had to watch out what we was doin'. You know, no fuckin' out in the middle of the field an' stuff like that. But I still wanted to have fun with Farley durin' the day, so the safety pin come in handy.
I would just pin it on him, you know, an' then I could think about it while we worked an' ask him how it felt an' stuff like that to get me through the day. I thought of some nifty places to pin it too. I started out by pinnin' his cockskin over the head of his dong. That was really neat! He was uncut an' had a pretty loose cockskin, so I just pulled it forward over the tip of his pecker and run the pin right through it, then I hooked it shut an' let go. His skin tried to pull back, 'cause he was gettin' a hard-on from me playin' around with his pecker, you know, an' the pin kep' his cock-knob from poppin' out like it used to. The pin was stickin' right across his cum slit, an' little dribbles of blood was comin' down from where it went through his cockskin. He liked that near as much as I did.
I used it in other places, too-through one of his hairy nipples, through the skin of his ball bag. I even pinned his ass-hole shut one day. But I think the best was one day when I was pinnin' his cockskin shut like I done the first time. When I stuck the pin through, he sucked in his breath more than usual with the pain of it, an' I asked him how he was doin'. He said he was doin' just fine, an' went ahead an' put his jeans on.
When we rode out to the farm where we was supposed to be workin' that day, he leaned over in the back of the truck an' whispered in my ear, "I like this way you got the pin best of all, Monk."
"What's so special about it?" I asked him.
"I like the way you got it stuck right through the head of my cock! I wondered why you didn't do that the first time, but I didn't want to say nothin'. You ain't mad at me for talkin' about it, are you?"
I was really surprised. I didn't even know that I had caught the head of his pecker with the pin, but once he told me about it, it sounded sexy as hell! When we got out in the field, an' we got a chance to take a piss, he showed me his dick. Damn, if he wasn't right, too! I yanked back on his cockskin as hard as I could, and that fuckin' safety pin was stickin' right through the meat of his cockhead! It was fun to watch him takin' a piss with the thing through him-made the piss spray out every which way all over the place, an' stung the shit out of him, too!
Oh Lord, yes, I had me some good times out on that farm! Farley even tried to get me to fuck the cow with him. I dug watchin' him hump her an' get his balls off, but it didn't turn me on to try it myself. A gash is a gash, if you know what I mean, even if it's one on a fuckin' cow!
I was havin' me some fun, but I was kind of wonderin' what had happened to my old man, an' what we was goin' to do when he finally got out of the hospital.
CHAPTER SIX
The old man showed up out at the farm after I had been there for a couple of months. He still had his leg in a cast from the knee down, an' had metal pins stickin' out of the cast around his elbow. He was pale from bein' in the hospital so long, an' his hair was cut short. He didn't look too hot. He had to get a ride out there with one of them social workers who give us so much shit. It looked weird to see him ridin' in a car instead of across his Harley.
"I'm headin' out for awhile, Monkey," he told me after we walked off a ways so the damn social worker couldn't listen in to what we was sayin'. "The bike was wrecked completely, an' I ain't got no money left. They give me a bus ticket for Indy, an' from there I don't know where I'm headed. I got to get some money together to buy me a new bike by the time I get these casts off."
"Can I go with you?"
"Naw, not now. I can't manage you on my hands right now, but if you stick around here, I'll be back to check on you an' maybe pick you up to ride with me later."
"When?"
"I don't know, boy. Don't push me! You about twelve or thirteen now, an' you got hair on your balls. You can take care of yourself. Start makin' your own plans for a change. I'll see you 'round."
An' he walked back to the car an' got in. They drove off an' left me there. Well, I was feelin' mighty blue. It was some tough shit to get left behind like that. I didn't know if I was goin' to see the old man ever again. I guess that was the closest I ever come to cryin' about something. He was the handsomest, sexiest stud I ever met, an' he was my old man. I wanted to ride with him an' ball with him an' keep on goin' like we done before, but I guess that's what they call growin' up. I didn't waste no tears over what I couldn't help.
Well, I went on livin' on the farm for awhile, but I was already thinkin' 'bout cuttin' out soon as I could. Me an' Farley had fun that summer, an' it wasn't really too bad. I was gettin' into some heavy growin' about then-really shootin' up in height an' puttin' on solid meat. An' some of that solid meat was the kind that hangs between your legs. The hair was growin' up around my cock like poison ivy spreadin' up my belly and down my legs. I soon had bunches of hair under my arms an' some growin' on my chest, too. Well, a couple two, three hairs, anyways! My Adam's apple was gettin' bigger, an' my voice was crackin' up an' down on me. I was goin' to need a razor pretty soon!
One new thing I learned about was chicken-fuckin', an' I don't mean screwin' young boys-I mean real live chickens! Farley an' me was workin' on this farm out on the other side of the county durin' harvest time, an' we decided to take a little break behind the barn for some cock-suckin'. I was gettin' such heavy balls by then, that I couldn't hardly go for more'n a few hours without gettin' my rocks off. So I got Farley aside, an' we went out where I didn't think nobody would see us so Farley could give me a quick blow job. Well, I didn't pick as safe a spot as I thought I did. I was just about to ease off my hot load into Farley's hungry mouth when I looked up an' seen this grinnin' black face lookin' down at me from the opening of the hay loft. It was a kid a little older'n me. When he saw that I had seen him watchin' Farley an' me, he just grinned even more. So I leaned back further against the barn wall an' give him a better view of Farley's hungry mouth on my cock.
He liked that right well. He got up on his knees in the door to the hay loft above us and stuck his cock out where I could see it. He was a heavy hung little bastard, an' he was beatin' on his meat just as hard as he could go while Farley's mouth was gettin' ready to suck my scum out of my balls. I stuck my fingers into Farley's hair an' pulled his mouth off my fucker, an' grabbed my prong with my other hand. I jacked off on my joint and shot a big load of creamy fuck juice out over Farley's face, so the kid could see me gettin off. That set him off too, an' he shot an load of jism out of his cock. I watched the hot cum shoot out into the air an' then fall like hot-rocks rain over me and Farley. That was really excitin' to me-you know, we hadn't said a word to each other or nothin' but we was gettin' off together even though he was way up there in the barn an' Farley an' me was down on the ground. After he shook the last pearl drops off of his cock, he beckoned for us to come up where he was.
We ducked inside and found the ladder up to the hay loft. He was crouched in the hay with his pants lyin' next to him, an' his big dork was up an' throbbin' against his belly. "You like to fuck?" he asked.
I grinned an' nodded my head at him. 'You like my cock-meat?" he asked an' traced his finger down his chest to his belly an' the purple knob on his dong.
"Yeah, it'll be okay," I said.
He giggled an' reached for our crotches. We unbuttoned an' hauled our dongs out for his inspection. Soon all three of us was on our knees in a circle with our hands runnin' all over our hot cocks and asses. The kid an' me was hung about the same, a bit under eight inches each. He liked the looks of Farley's big horse fucker, too. He was rollin' his eyes around an' lickin' his lips as he jacked on the big dong. I figured he was hot for a fuck of that shaft up his ass-hole, but he had better things in mind.
"You ever fuck a chicken?" he asked.
Farley nodded his head, an' I felt left out 'cause I hadn't.
"You want to kill a few?" he asked.
Farley was noddin' his head so eager like, he was droolin'.
"What do you do?" I asked.
"You never got off in chickenshit?" the guy asked me. His eyes was just dancin' with excitement. I shook my head. "You stay right here," he said. "I'll fetch some an' you'll find out what I mean!"
He pulled on his pants and zipped down the ladder. I asked Farley what fuckin' chickens was like, but he just gurgled and pulled on his prick. Pretty soon the kid came back with a crate of live chickens. There was four of them birds jammed in tight in this wooden crate ready to be shipped off to the slaughterin' house. He set the crate down an' shucked out of his pants again, fast as he could. His boner was quiverin' with sexiness. "You can go first," he told me.
I wasn't too sure that I wanted to go first, but they seemed to think that it was super cool, so that was good enough for me. The dude opened the door on the crate an' took a chicken out. He wrestled with it some until he got it caught tight by the wings and legs too. The thing was squawkin' like crazy, but it couldn't get loose and scratch or peck you none. He stuck the chicken out at me like he was handin' it to me. I reached out to take it.
"Naw, I'll hold it for you," he said. "You just fuck it, an' be sure to tell me when you just ready to cum off.
I pulled its tail feathers out of the way an' saw this little hole. There was just one hole, so I guess it was the right one. The kid held the chicken still while I got my rod up to the feathery hole an' started pushin' it in. That chicken really started squawkin' and floppin' around then! It ain't never been fucked with nothin' the size of my prong before! I pushed until the head of my pecker popped inside the chicken's ass-hole, an' man, was it ever hot and squirmy inside! It got me real hot too, an' I rammed the old wong in as far as I could jam it. It was all slimy an' scratchy inside with chickenshit, you know. I started bootin' it pretty good, an' the kid was really gettin' off watchin' me and feelin' my dick fuckin' the chicken in his hands. The whole situation was so excitin' that it didn't take me long at all to be ready to crack my nuts again.
"Mmmmmm! Hot chickenshit!" I moaned, "Get ready for some scum! I'm gettin' close to creamin' off. You want me to pull it out and shoot off for you?"
"No! Keep it in an' keep fuckin'! Tell me when you goin' to shoot!"
I lunged a couple more strokes, an' the stud let go of the chicken's wings an' grabbed it around its neck. "I'm cummin'! " I yelled. Just then he twisted the chicken's neck and busted it good. Then the damnedest things started happenin'! The whole chicken's body started jerkin' and flutterin' and shakin' around on my prong as my cum was shootin' out of my fucker! It was really wild, man! The chicken was crappin' out around my cock as I cum! Real thrashy, an' wild an' jerkin' you know? Well, if you ain't broke a chicken's neck on your cock, it's just too hard to tell you what it was like. Farley an' the kid liked it real good, too!
When I got done creamin' off, I pulled my fucker out of the dead chicken. It was still hard, but covered with cum an' chickenshit, but that didn't stop that kid for a second! He jumped on my joint and went down on it, chickenshit an' all! I mean he really wolfed it down right to my balls, just a' lickin' an' suckin' it clean as a hound's tooth! When he finished with my cock, he moved on down to my balls, an' flipped over on his back to work on me better. I straddled over his head on my knees and let him suck on my jewels. He kep' on goin' back to my ass-hole an' started rimmin' me real good, sendin' that long, pink tongue of his way up my shitter, just a' thrashin' it around inside me an' makin' me feel mighty good! I returned the favor by suckin' on his big cock for him.
Farley got himself out a chicken to have some fun while he watched the black kid an' me goin' at it hot an' heavy. He didn't have nobody to hold the chicken for him, but that didn't stop him. He just busted the chicken's legs an' held it by the neck an' let the wings flop all over him while he fucked it to death. When he was ready to cum, he bent over an' stuck the chicken's head in his mouth an' crushed its head between his teeth! It looked like the chicken went even wilder that way!
Yeah, there were some good times all right, but they got fewer an' further between as the harvest was over. First of all, they had made me go to school, an' I didn't like that one fuckin' bit! Them teachers give me such a hard time, an' I had to sit around the school the whole fuckin' day long without doin' nothin' fun, if you know what I mean. It got so bad, I had to jack off in the boys' room two, three times a day just to keep my nuts under control. An' all this shit about sittin' up straight, an' havin' your hair combed just so, it give me a real pain in the ass.
But that was just the half of it. When the harvest was over, old man Willard started runnin' out of ways for me to earn my keep. He couldn't hire me out to the other farmers and make money off of my work, but I was still eatin' at his expense, an' I was eatin' a hell of a lot of food in those days, too, even if it did taste like pig slop. An' we had to sleep inside the house once the weather turned cool, an' old man Willard was always bitchin' about how much noise we was makin' an' keepin' him awake, so we couldn't have as much fun in the sack as we used to. It got to be a real drag, an' I figured I'd had about as much of it as I wanted to.
I was gettin' too big for my britches, too, in more ways than one. I was so used to givin' orders to Farley that I had 'bout forgotten what it was like to take some. I was gettin' too horny for Farley to take care of me all by himself, too. My cock was growin' like a weed by then, not as big as it is now, or even as big as Farley's, but it was still the biggest cock you ever could find on a kid my age! It was restless for some more fun, you know, an' so was I.
I was itchin' to take off, but I hadn't made no plans. I never do anyway. It's just too much trouble, you know? Just ride with what's goin' is what I always say. Anyway, me an' Farley was hitchin' a ride into town to see a movie. It was winter time with no snow on the ground, but the dirt was still frozen as hard as iron. The sky was gray as iron, too, an' it was cold enough to freeze your nuts off in a couple of seconds if you was dumb enough to hang 'em out in weather like that. My fuckin' feet was so cold, I couldn't feel nothin' in 'em any more, an' I didn't have a good enough coat to keep me warm. I had one whole fuckin' dollar in my pocket that I had managed to keep away from old man Willard's greedy fingers, an' that was supposed to pay for me an' Farley's tickets an' popcorn at the movies.
We was walkin' along the road an' stickin' out our thumbs whenever a truck or car went by headed for town. But them good civilians wasn't goin' to pick up nobody that looked like Farley an' me, I'll tell you! Then this big bike came growlin' down the pike. It was a big hog, you could tell from a long ways off-a big Electraglide! The dude that was ridin' it pulled up next to where we was standin'. I couldn't see much of his face except for his nose. He was wearin' mirror reflector goggles an' a solid black helmet, no stripes or nothin' on it, just solid black. An' that was the way he was dressed, too-all solid black, plain leathers. He had a full blonde beard, an' long blonde hair hangin' out of the back of his helmet, all tangled from the wind. His bike was a real beauty in a strange sort of way, no iron crosses, extra mirrors or nothing on it-just plain, gleamin' solid black an' chrome-real cool an' confident, you know.
The guy sat there on his hog an' just looked at us for a minute without sayin' nothin'. Then he spoke, "You want to ride, boy?" he said. I thought he was lookin' at me. His head was pointed my way, but I couldn't see his eyes behind the goggles. His voice was real low and mellow.
"We're hitchin' to the movies in town," I said.
He shook his head just a tiny fraction of a inch. "Can't take both of you. You want to ride?"
His voice was so low an' level but real powerful in a quiet way you know. He talked good English like a civilian, but he wasn't no damn civilian, you could tell by the way he held himself on that bike.
"Well, we was both goin' into town to the movies," I said like a dumb-ass.
He spit on the ground and shook his head. It seemed all of a sudden like I could see his eyes starin' at me through them mirror goggles. "Last time," he said, "You want to ride?"
The same question again an' again-it was spooky. It meant something more than what it seemed. I felt like a bird starin' at the snake that's about to strike it. My hair lifted up on the back of my head, an' I felt a lot colder than the weather was makin' me. I could see the big bulge in the black leather of his crotch, an' the muscles of his legs right through the leather, like the black hide was his skin. It wasn't his eyes that I was seein' through the goggles-it was the cold winter sun, pale and weak up in the gray sky that was reflected there.
"Yes," I said, my throat all dried out so I could hardly talk. "I want to ride. Where you goin'? "
He looked off down the road like he was bored with how dumb I was, an' he revved the motor like he was goin' to take off, but he didn't say nothin' or look back at me.
"Yes!" I said real loud an' scared. "I want to ride-anywhere you want to go, anywhere you want to take me!"
He looked back at me, but didn't say nothin' or even smile. He just jerked his chin back at the seat behind him. "Bye, Farley," I said in a rush as I hopped astride behind him.
"Bye, Monk. Where you goin'? When you comin' back?" the dummy asked. I waved my hand to him as we took off. I couldn't have answered his questions even if I had time to. Only God knew where I was goin' or whether I was ever comin' back, an' I wasn't too sure that he even knew! But I didn't give a shit. It was time to leave, an' my ride had come to pick me up an' take me wherever it was that I was supposed to go.
We ripped off down the road faster'n hell. The cold wind was so bitter that I had to shut my eyes against it. His back was broad under my arms, an' his butt was tight where I had my crotch plastered to it. The leather even seemed warm to my cold fingers like it was livin' flesh! I couldn't tell where we was goin' with my eyes shut like that. All I could do was to hold on tight an' smell the oiled smell of his leathers an' the exhaust, and feel the power of the bike takin' the curves an' dips of the road like we was flyin'.
We rode for hours an' hours without stoppin' for food or nothin'. My belly was as empty as a barrel with hunger, an' I had to piss so bad I could hardly stand it. I wanted to say somethin' to ask him to stop for a minute, but I couldn't get my mouth open to say nothing. Finally I just had to piss my pants. The hot piss run out and warmed up my crotch and thighs, but he didn't say or do nothing or take no notice of it. We just kept on goin'.
I was fuckin' freezin' to death an' gettin kind of swimmy-headed for lack of food or something to drink. Then the road got smooth under us, an' I opened my eyes a peek. We was on an Interstate somewhere headed south accordin' to the signs. I shut my eyes again an' just held on for dear life. We slowed after a long, long time an' got off the Interstate. The area was real hilly, mountainous, even. He gunned the bike onto a smaller road and kep' on goin. He was goin' slow enough so that I could open my eyes and watch the scenery go by.
It was steep bills covered with trees with their branches bare except for the pines. There was patches of snow under the shade of the rocks. We was high up an' goin' higher. He turned off the small road onto a dirt path an' began windin' in and out of the trees and rocky ledges, up an' up towards the tops of the mountains. It seemed to get colder an' colder as we got higher, an' the sun disappeared behind the ridge. Finally he pulled up in the middle of nowhere, I thought. The trail sort of petered out to a little path on the other side of a wide bare spit where we was. There was nothin' around but pine trees an' the rocky side of the mountain top.
"We're here," he said. "Get off the bike." I got off. My muscles was so fuckin' stiff an' cold, I could hardly move my legs, an' I near fell on my ass. I was beginnin' to wonder just where the hell "here" was. I couldn't see nothin' around the spot but trees an' rocks. He got off the bike an' started pushin' it into the trees, then he disappeared. I just stood there for a minute with my mouth hangin' open, then I followed after him.
Back behind the pine trees was a cave in the hillside. The openin' was about six foot wide an' four foot tall an' twisted immediately to the right. Once I got around inside, I saw that it opened up into a big room with a couple of smaller passages goin' further off. As soon as I got inside, he pulled a heavy canvas curtain down over the entrance an' told me to build a fire. I could just see my way around from a little light that was comin' through a hole in the roof over some ashes of other fires. He lit up a kerosene lantern while I was messin' with the firewood, gettin' it started.
When I looked up, I seen him for the first time with his helmet and goggles off. Jesus! That s what he looked like I mean-a sort of blonde Jesus with the long hair an' beard an' everything. Can you imagine Jesus in motorcycle leathers! An' his eyes, my God! My heart just turned into a cup of vanilla puddin'! They was a deep purple-blue in that light-an' so deep an' clear, it looked like you could just jump right into 'em and swim around! I burned my fingers on a stick of firewood, squattin' there like a dummy starin' at him, but my lord he was the most handsome man I ever seen. He was very tall, about six foot six, but not very beefy like me. He was leaner an' rangier with muscles like whip cords that would bunch up when he moved, then smooth down under his leathers when he wasn't us in' 'em.
He squatted down on the other side of the fire from me an' said, "What's your name?"
"Monkey Maguire."
He nodded like that was an all right name with him. I got a little bolder. "What's your name?" I asked him.
"Deke. Deke Candler."
"Where are we?" I said an' gestured around us at the cave.
"Tennessee. Deke's den."
"You live here?" He nodded.
"An' you are."
"A lord."
Well, that answer puzzled me a mite. A lord of what? Surely not one of them English noblemen I'd been readin' about in school. I wondered for a minute if he thought he was Jesus, but he'd said a lord, not the Lord.
"What was you doin' up in Indiana?" I asked him. He didn't seem to mind my questions now.
"I go out and ride when I feel like it. I take what I need when I find it."
"An' you was lookin' for me? You took me?"
He nodded.
"But I come along with you willingly," I said.
He nodded again. "I wouldn't have taken you unless you had understood. I was willing to let you choose."
"Understand what? Choose what?" I was gettin' just a little nervous, but kind of excited too.
He smiled a real slow sexy smile. "You know that very well, Monkey."
"To be your slave?" I said. The word just jumped right into my mouth. I hadn't thought it, but I had kind of felt it inside me.
"Yes. Take your clothes off. It is time for us to begin your training."
CHAPTER SEVEN
I stood up slowly facing him across the fire. "I been through this before," I said. "I don't need no trainin' to be a slave. I can do whatever you want."
"Really? I doubt it."
"Yes, I have! My old man was a bike rider, and he broke me in early. You can do anything you want to with me-fuck me, let me suck your cock, piss in my mouth, let me rim your ass-hole, beat the shit out of me-it don't make a fuck's worth of difference to me! I can take it an' like it!"
"How crude! Still I thought from the look of you that you weren't entirely without experience. Your father's teachings may help you some, I don't know."
My eyes must have bugged out at that. "What you goin' to do-cut on me?"
He laughed. "Just as I thought. No, no, not at all. Far too crude. You see, Monkey, all your training has been physical. Backwards, in other words. You think you know how to service a man and worship his body properly. But all you have been taught is superficial technique. You don't truly understand the right mental attitude that is required."
He wasn't makin' a hell of a lot of sense to me. Was he tellin' me that I didn't know the right way to suck a cock? Well, shit, man, he ought to at least try me first! I could take whatever he was packin' in that tight pouch between his legs, an' I could take it right up to the nuts either down my throat or up my fuckin' ass! I ain't never had no complaints from any John I ever serviced before! Just goes to show you how green an' stupid I really was!
"Take your clothes off as I told you to, Monkey," he said very matter-of-factly. He wasn't the type to do no yellin' an' screamin', but when he said somethin' he didn't have to. I shucked out of my clothes, peelin' off the wornout windbreaker that I was swearin' then my shirt an' right on down. I was a little surprised to notice that I wasn't cold no more. The fires had warmed up the cave real nice an' toasty warm. It wasn't as bare an' cold a place as I thought. I was eager too to show him what I had. I was right proud of the way my body was growin' an' especially my pecker. I didn't let it get hard yet, but it was swingin' real low an' heavy between my legs. I kep' on goin' right down to my shoes until I was as naked as the day I was born. I stood with my fists on my hips an' let him look me over. I figured he'd want a feel of the merchandise, but he just stayed where he was on the other side of the fire.
"Very promising," he said. "You will be very useful once you have learned to control yourself."
"What do you mean, control myself? What do you want me to do?"
"Can you get an erection now?" he asked.
Well, that was easy as pie. I was havin' a hard enough time not gettin' too excited right off the bat. "Sure," I said. An' I thought about what he would look like naked with his big cock juttin' up from his belly root into my face, noddin' over my lips, ready to dump a load of hot cum into my mouth. No, sir! Didn't take much effort to let the blood surge into my dong an' bring it up to a throbber as he watched me. Only took a few seconds, less than a minute.
"Um-hunh," he murmured. "Now make it go back down."
That wasn't so easy. I tried to relax myself an' think about borin' things like school, but that didn't do no good. I was still seein' him across from me, an' I hadn't got my rocks off all day long. No matter what I thought about, my prick wouldn't go down more than a couple of degrees.
"Um-hunh. Can you cum?"
"Sure, I got hair on my nuts!" I said, an' I grabbed my fucker an' started jackin' on it to show him what a load I could blow off.
"No, no, not with your hand! Don't touch your cock at all. Just cum. Right now!"
I let go of my cock an' did the best I could to get off by thinkin' about the sexiest things I ever done, but it wasn't no good at all. I couldn't no more cum just like that than I could have shit oysters on the half shell!
"You see," he said. "You have no control over your body. You are totally lacking in discipline. Discipline is not a simple thing to be learned in a day at the end of a whip. You must obey orders instantly. And the only way you can do that properly is to be in total control of your body. It will take some time, but I think that you have the right desire and perhaps the right aptitude. If you fail, you shouldn't look upon it as too great a disgrace. Most slaves are incapable of proper training at all. But I have some hopes for you."
I still couldn't follow What he was sayin'. I was kind of burned off that he was askin' me to do these impossible things an' then dumpin' all over me cause I couldn't do them. Well, shit, man, who could? I had a lot to learn.
"Sit down, Monkey," he said. So I sat down, feelin' like a fool. "Now, you won't understand much of what I am saying, but it will become clear to you in time. First of all, you must learn that your brain is and can be in control of your body, and that you can and must be able to control what your brain tells your body. Do you know what your brain is?"
"Of course I do! I ain't that dumb!"
He sighed a little bit in irritation. "Your attitude is becoming vexing, Monkey. Please don't act like you understand that which you have no conception of. If you are bored or wish to leave, all you have to do is to put your clothes back on, and I will take you back to the highway. You are free to leave at any time. There are no physical chains in my den."
That put me down hard, so I shut up.
"Your brain is a mass of nerve cells connected to every organ and muscle in your body. One type of muscle is called the skeletal muscle. It is connected to the bones and moves the parts of your body such as your arms and legs. Almost everyone can control these muscles, though most people can't even wiggle their ears which is accomplished by skeletal muscles. A second major group of muscles are called the smooth muscles. They control such things as the movement of food through your digestive tract, your stomach and intestines. Most people have almost no control whatsoever over these muscles, and foolish men of science thought for many years that such control was impossible. They were very wrong as even they acknowledge now. These smooth muscles control such things as erections and ejaculations. You understand what I am talking about?"
I nodded my head. I was beginning to see the picture. He thought you could make your prick do all kinds of tricks for you. Well, it sounded interestin' enough.
"You already are able to control some of your smooth muscles-the ones that close off your bladder and intestine so that you don't piss or shit all over yourself like a baby. If you can learn these controls, you can master the rest. We will start with your ass-hole and the most important muscles for you to learn to control. Your prostate is the gland at the base of your prick that allows you to ejaculate. When you begin to understand how it works, you will have made the first step toward controlling your body. Come with me."
He got up and walked back into one of the passages that led off from the main room of the cave. There was a pile of pine needles back in there in the pitch black dark. I felt it when he pushed me down onto them. I thought he was goin' to fuck me, but I was wrong.
"Lie down here, Monkey. Fine. Now I want you to stick your forefinger up your ass-hole as far as you can. Have you done that?"
I screwed my finger up my ass-hole like he told me. "Uh-huh," I said. "It will perhaps be helpful for you to address me as Master," he said. He didn't raise his voice or nothin', but his quiet, low words sounded like a whip inside my head.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"Good. Now stick your other finger up your ass-hole, too. Have you done that?"
"Yes, Master," I said after I had worked my other finger in all the way.
"Good, now press against the root of your prong. You feel that sensitive spot? That is your prostate. Now, I want you to keep your fingers up your ass-hole on your prostate. Don't take them out and don't ejaculate. Just feel it there at the base of your cock and do try to keep your mind on the feeling you are giving yourself. Don't think about anything else as you become aware of your body and how it works. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Master," I said, but I still felt like a fool squattin' there on that pine straw in the black darkness with both my forefingers up my tail. It did feel good to touch my prostate like that, but it would have felt a lot better to have a big prick rubbin' back an' forth across it as it fucked my ass-hole for me.
"Very good. Do as I say until I come back to you." And I heard him walkin' back through the passage into the main part of the cave.
I sat there for the longest time feelin' my ass-hole like a ass-hole. It was so quiet that I could hear him movin' around a little from time to time, an' then I realized that I was hearin' the sound of him sleepin'. Well, shit! I thought. He's goin' to leave me here the whole fuckin' night! I thought about pullin' my fingers out and goin' to sleep on the pine straw, but I didn't. Maybe I should just get up an' go back in there where my clothes was an' get dressed an' head out through the woods. But I didn't. I'm just not a quitter, an' I get damn stubborn when my back is up. He didn't say nothin' about sleepin' so I sat there fightin' off the sleep and waitin' 'til mornin' when he would come back an' fetch me.
The main thing that was on my mind was how fuckin' hungry I was gettin'. I hadn't had nothin' to eat since breakfast that morning, an' that seemed like a hundred years ago to my belly. I also needed to take a piss again, but not real bad. I was gettin' cold back there away from the mice wood fire, an' my muscles was gettin' stiff as boards sittin' there in that position with my fingers up my ass-hole. It was mainly just boring an' uncomfortable.
Finally I heard him gettin' up an' movin' around, an' I figured it must be mornin' but it was still dark as hell. I heard sounds of boilin' an' food cookin' over the wood fire an' nothin' I ever smelled smelled as good as that did! Just a little while longer, I thought. Sure enough, I heard him comin' through the passage, though I still couldn't see a damn thing. I felt him next to me, then I felt the edge of a cup against my face, movin' toward my mouth. I smelled hot tea an' somethin' else, maybe beef bullion or some kind of soup. I was mighty hungry, so I opened my mouth and hooked my lips around the cup. He tilted it so I could drink the hot stuff inside, an' it sure tasted good. I still had my fingers up my tail, you see, since he hadn't told me to take 'em out. Matter of fact, he hadn't said one damn thing at all. I drank the tea an' soup mix an' waited for what he was goin' to tell me to do next. But he just walked away after I drunk the stuff up! That's right, just walked off! I could hear the sounds of his feet on the floor of the cave!
I tell you man, I felt like screamin'! I just couldn't believe that he was goin' to leave me there without sayin' nothin'! But I bit my lip an' kep' my mouth shut. I was determined that I was goin' to take it no matter what it was that he was goin' to dish out at me. I got this stubborn streak in me, you know, an' he really had me goin'. I set my mind on stayin' just where I was an' doin' just what he had told me to do. I'd be damned if I was goin' to give up or complain or nothin'!
That hot tea an' soup perked me up some too, but it also went right through me. My bladder was so full, I just had to take a piss, so I let it go. I pissed a hot flood of the stuff over my belly an' the backs of my hands. Then I just sat there.
A million years went by before I heard him comin' back through the passage to me. I had lost all track of time, so I didn't know whether it was later that day or the mornin' of the next day. I had dozed off some at times, you know. He had another cup of that hot tea an' beef stuff, an' I drank it down like before. An' he didn't say a word again. This time I didn't have my hopes up, so I wasn't surprised when he left without a word again. I figured he was tryin' to break me down, an' I wasn't goin' to give in a inch. I pissed over myself again, an' I think I nodded off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was shakin' an' sweatin' all over, an' my heart was poundin' like I had run a long race. I guess I must have had a bad dream or somethin'. I was still sittin' there in the same position with my fingers up my ass-hole. I tried to think of something to think about to make the time pass by, but I was runnin' out of things. An' I was gettin' horny in spite of being cold and cramped. I wiggled my fingers in my ass-hole, an' I got a boner on faster'n shit when I done it. I thought about gettin' fucked real good up my ass-hole, an' I frigged my bung at the same time. Pretty soon, I was pantin' an' gaspin' an' gettin' real close to cummin' off. I remembered that he had told me I wasn't allowed to shoot off, so I held still an' waited for the feeling to pass off. It took a hell of a long time.
I started thinkin' about sex-mostly cocks, you know. Thinkin' about my old man's prong an' what a great one he had, an' all the times he had fucked me with it an' let me suck him off. An' I thought about the Johns I had tricked with, an' about Farley, too. I thought about my own fucker an' about what Deke's cock must look like. I hadn't even seen it yet! All that sexy thinkin' had me hard as a nail all the time, but I was careful not to let myself get out of hand so that I would cream off. My nuts was achin' somethin' fierce, too! I was used to gettin' a load off lots of times every day, an' I hadn't cum for a zillion days it seemed. My fingers started feelin' real good up my shitter, even if I was cold and stiff.
I was sound asleep when he woke me up with the cup of tea and soup the next time. I drank it an' he left. I was feelin' all kinds of dizzy an' real weird, you know. like things was appearin' in front of my eyes, an' I was startin' to hear voices talkin' to me. I saw big, hard cocks hangin' in the air in front of me an' shootin' off all over my body, drenchin' me with gism from the top of my head down to my toes. An' voices were tellin' me how much they wanted to fuck me, an' what big cocks they had, an' all the things they wanted to do to me. It was hard to tell when I was awake an' when I was asleep anymore. It was all dreams an' visions by then. It got so I couldn't tell the difference between when Deke was comin' in to feed me Or when I was just rememberin' him doin' it. Time got all twisted around an' upside down. I started talkin' to myself, an' to the voices, an' they answered me. We talked dirty most of the times, about fuckin' an' cock suckin'. I was so horny, my cock never did go down, or I couldn't remember if it did. I could feel all kinds of things that I had never felt before an' could hear weird things, too. I could think about one tiny little part of my body, an' then feel the blood runnin' through that part, each little twitch of the blood vessels inside me. An' I could hear all the parts on my body livin'. I don't know how to explain it, but I could hear my liver doin' things inside me, an' I could hear my toenails growin'!
I guess those kind of things were supposed to happen, 'cause I went through them all winter long.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You have done well," Deke said. It was springtime then. The mountains was real pretty after the cold winter. I had got over all the weight I had lost an' had more than gained it back. Deke had put me through all the steps of his training-all of the weird things that he had me to do to learn about my body an' how it worked. I sure as shit learned a lot in those couple of months. Deke said I was one of the fastest learnin' slaves he had ever trained. Deke was one really together dude. He had been to college an' been to Nam in the war, an' all that scene. He was pretty rich, too. He owned the whole fuckin' mountain that we lived on! That's right, man, the whole fuckin' thing! An' a bunch of other property, too. But he didn't go in for livin' like a civilian. Not Deke! He had the bankers take care of the money. They just put some in a checkin' account for him an' didn't bother him with the rest of the shit. He said he lived on a few thousand a year! He went in once a year an' signed his income tax returns an' that was all he had to do with the regular world. The rest of his time he just rode the highways on his Electraglide. He said his only job in life was livin'. That an' raisin' up slaves to be lords, he said. He was trainin' me to be a lord like him, he kep' tellin' me. He used to say that I was his slave, but as far as the whole rest of the world was concerned, I was a master like him.
But all the weeks an' weeks I'd been there in that cave, he hadn't once let me even get one look at his cock! I hadn't even seen him naked! An' all that time, I hadn't had a stitch of clothes on myself. He said that he would have my body only when it was trained right, an' I just drooled for a chance to show him what I had learned. I did ever damned thing he told me to do-sleep naked in the snow, shove a damn icicle up my ass-hole and fuck myself with it-you name it, an' I tried it! An' the more I jerked off for him an' did all those weird things, the hornier an' hornier I got for him to use me real good.
Well, like I was sayin', the time finally come around that spring. He told me I had done real good in my trainin' an' now I was ready. He hadn't let me cum off in about a week, so my balls was about to bust with all the gism I had stored up in there. I was more than ready, I'll tell you. First, he had me meditate sittin' on the floor of the cave bare-assed with my cock stickin' up against my belly above my belly button, right on the edge of cummin' off. I could hold it like that for hours an' hours at a time by then. That wasn't hardly nothin' compared to the other things I had learned to do by then. While I sat there, he stood in front of me an' started peelin' his clothes off. He wasn't wearin' nothin' but his leather jacket an' leather pants, so it didn't take very long. His eyes was burnin' in the dim light of the fire, an' I'll bet that mine was too!
He had blonde fur coverin' his chest with two little gold rings through his nipples on his tits. They shone in the light like a couple of golden fireflies in the blonde hair. God! I was gettin' so horny just lookin' at his slim, wiry chest an' arms that I couldn't hardly control myself! Then he unbuckled his big, black leather belt and pulled it off. He threw it over with his jacket and started unbuttoning the fly on his pants. He slid the tight leather down his legs, an' I finally got a look at what he was packin' in that tight crotch of his. Well, hell, I sure was surprised-it wasn't at all like what I was expectin'! He was all balls! He had the biggest pair of nuts I ever seen, big as a stud bull's they was, but his cock didn't look even as big as mine! It had a real big thick knob on the end of it, but it didn't hang down from the root of his belly more than six inches or so. He was uncut, an' had another one of them little cold rings through his cockskin right at the tip.
I must have shown a little of my disappointment, 'cause he sighed a little an' said, "Monkey, do you doubt?"
An' I shook my head an' said, "No, Master." But it was more hopin' than faith. It was just too much of a buildup you know, thinkin' about his cock all them weeks and dreamin' about him bein' even heavier hung than my old man was. It was bigger than most men's dongs, but just not like I had dreamed.
"Lie down on the rock on your back with your head over the edge," he told me.
There was this rock about the size of a double bed in the floor of the cave, about a foot tall. I laid down on it like he told me and flopped my head back over the edge. He knelt down over my head and let his gold ring on the end of his dong slide around over my lips and face.
"Open up," he said.
So I opened up and felt him drop his cock knob into my mouth. I was starin' up at his little hairy ass-hole an' feelin' his huge nuts on my upper Up. His cock head was about fat enough to fill up my mouth, but it didn't even reach into the back of my throat.
"Begin your breathing exercises," he said.
I did like he had taught me before, buildin' up the oxygen in my blood by breathin' in an' out real fast until my head was swimmin' around. Then I took a real deep breath an' held it. He saw my chest fill up with air, an' he give a sigh of relaxation, an' then it started to happen. I felt that cool, gold ring jump into the back of my throat and push through the narrows back there. It was, well, it was like somethin' growin' into me like the tap root of a tree or maybe like a snake! I couldn't believe it, even knowin' as much about him an' the way he pushed my voice box up out of the way an' keep on goin'. It made my neck hurt, an' then pushed in deeper.
The head got bigger an' bigger an' the whole shaft throbbed until my gullet was about to split open. He just held it there for the longest time while his balls churned around in their sac next to my nose. I was about to pass out from lack of air when he said, "My right nut for your belly, I think."
He groaned a little softly an' let go with one ball. I would have screamed with the pain as his elephant tool swelled up and jerked the gism out into my throat, but I was way beyond bein' able to make a sound like that. I felt the hot scum pourin' out into my belly in gushes, then I really did pass out.
I woke up lying face down on the rock. There was a thick stream of cum oozin' out of my mouth. God! I felt like some kind of sacrifice on a altar! Deke was behind me, spreadin' my legs apart an' gettin' ready to give me the other nut from the rear. I moaned with the pleasure an' the suspense of waitin' for it. Christ! This guy knew more about fuckin' than any dude I had ever met up with! An' talk about a cock-well, Christ, you just wouldn't believe it anyhow!!
I felt his fingertips at my ass-hole, an' I concentrated on loosenin' up like he had taught me. My ass-ring went completely limp for him as he stuck the huge knob of his pronger up to my bung. Again, he didn't just stick it in-he let it grow into me-crawlin' in like a big snake! In an' in an' in it went! Growin' bigger ever inch! Thicker and stronger and hotter! God Almighty, what a fuck. I felt his cock goin' up my gut an' turning with the twists an' turns inside me, goin' on an' on into my body. I just lay there breathin' hard, shakin' with the feelin' of it, an' twitchin' with the pain as his fucker got so big that it started tearin' my ass-hole open. Now, let me tell you that I could take my own fist up my ass-hole by then, an' his dong was bigger around than that!
It was pushin' in an' spreadin' me open until the pain was almost as strong as the pleasure was. Then it was all the way in, up my gut until it was right under my heart an' thumpin' against it with the beat of his heart against my heart. I moaned an' felt the sweat pourin' off of me as I struggled to take it.
"Now make love to my cock," he commanded in his soft voice.
I done just like he had taught me, but it hurt a hell of a lot worse than it had with my fist. I clamped my ass-hole down on his cock, an' the pain was like a burnin' hot spear up my belly. I near come fuckin' up off the damn rock it hurt so bad, but I kep' it to myself. I could hardly even breathe, but I made the muscles of my gut suck down on his shaft, inch after inch of it, way up inside me.
Pretty soon I was gaspin' an' moanin' again, but this time it wasn't from no pain! I was gettin' about as sexed up as I was the time he left me with my fingers up my tail. I felt like I was bein' fucked up my ass-hole by the whole universe, ever thing in the whole fuckin' world just slidin' in an' out and rubbin' me good. 'Course I didn't cum or anything like that. Deke hadn't said for me to cum, an' he hadn't said for me to let my cock get soft, so I hung there right on the point of cummin' while he fucked me. Must have been a few hours like that.
"Are you ready now, Monkey?" he asked me finally.
I was so fuckin' hot that I couldn't do nothin' but nod my head.
He laughed a little bit. "I don't think my cock ring is going to hold this time. You really are a marvelous fuck, Monkey. Don't cum yourself just yet, will you?"
I shook my head. Whatever the master said.
"Good. Yes, I think my ring is going to tear out. Make me cum off now, Monkey."
Jesus, I did the best I could, working all the muscles of my gut like crazy on his fucker, an' I heard him moan a little bit as the golden cock ring through the skin of his cock head tore through the flesh up inside me. His cock knob popped out an' swelled up so big up there inside my gut that I screamed with the pain of it as his fuck juice flooded out into my belly! No cunt havin' a fuckin' baby got torn an' stretched any more than I did then!
When he finished, he let it go down an' pulled it out of my ass-hole. I was bleedin' an' he was bleedin'. But it wasn't like when you do it on purpose, you know, rippin' the shit out of a kid's ass-hole with your cock. It was just a by-product you might say of the best fuck in the whole world!
When I turned around to look at it, his fucker was back to the same size it had been before, hangin' down no more than six or seven inches. But now the ring was just hangin' onto a side of his cockskin, an' there was a bleedin' hole on the other side.
"Now for your release, Monkey," he said, lyin' back on the bedroll next to the fire. "Let's see how well you can control yourself now."
I stood up, but my knees was weak as a baby takin' its first step. My balls felt as big as his was, an' my fuck root was achin' with all the blood that was fillin' it way past full. I stood in front of him with my legs spread apart an' my cock stickin' up like a flagpole from my belly root.
"I want you to cum one spurt, then hold it for me, please." He always said please when he was issuin' a strict order. I waited a minute to make sure I could manage it, then let one huge spurt of my cum spray out of my cock. It shot out across the room like the blast of a fire hose, spewin' my jism out in one long sticky rope. Then I made it stop right there, an' it 'bout killed me to do it. I had learned this trick too, before, but I had never been this horny before, either! Every muscle in my whole body was tensed an' quiverin' as I stood there right in the middle of cummin'. I didn't stop cummin' you understand-just stopped squirtin' my ball cream! It just goes on an' on an' on that way! You're just cummin' an' cummin' an cummin', an' you don't ever stop as long as you can hold your jism in your balls an' not let it out to stop your orgasm. An' it keeps feelin' better an' better an' better until you can't stand it any longer!
I stood there sweatin' an' shakin' an' savorin' the fantastic thrill an' the pain, too, of holdin' my cum inside my achin' nuts. The cave seemed to be gettin' darker an' darker as I fixed my eyes on his eyes, an' I held myself just in that one instant. I was fadin' out of reality again, only his eyes linkin' me with the real world.
"Piss," he said. "Hard!"
Have you ever learned how to piss with a hard-on? Well, lots of guys can do it, but it is one hell of a hard trick, an' I don't know nobody but me who can piss while they're in the middle of a cum. I did it though, let go of my bladder muscle and shot a strong stream of hot piss across the cave floor. My piss felt like cum shootin' off in one burnin' blazin' cum! That was enough to make me pass out.
When I came to again, Deke was dressed an' squattin' over the fire brewin' some of his strong herb tea. I was lyin' right where I fell in a pool of my own cum. I rolled over an' felt the sticky jism make gluey sounds as my belly an' chest pulled off the rock of the cave floor. My pecker was still pretty near all the way hard, an' I was ready to go for some more fuckin' or cock suckin'. But Deke was lookin' into the boilin' water, watchin' the herb leaves swirlin' around.
I made some sexy noises, but Deke just shook his head a little. "Aw, come oh, Deke. Let's have another round," I finally begged.
"Sorry, Monkey, that's all."
"Later tonight?" I asked.
"No, that's all there ever will be between you and me. Don't ask again."
"What! ONE time?" I said. I couldn't believe what I was hearin'. Here I had found the best fucker in the whole wide world, an' now after months of trainin' to learn how to do it the way he wanted to, he ups and tells me he's a oncer!
He looked over his shoulder at me. "Wasn't it good enough for you, Monkey?"
"Oh God, yeah, Master! The best I ever have had in my whole life!"
"Then be satisfied. And don't call me Master. I'm not your master anymore. No one is your master now, Monkey. You are a lord." He turned back to watch the leaves boilin' in the pot of water over the fire.
Well, I just laid there naked on the rock an' tried to take it all in. It was the best fuck of my life, an' I guess I should have been satisfied, but I wasn't. I had cum off like a sperm whale, an' he had taught me all kinds of things that not many other guys in the whole world knew, but I didn't want to quit after only one go-'round. "Please!" I said.
"That is the word of a slave, Monkey! Don't ever say please or beg for anything again! Take what you can; don't ask for what you can't have, and never beg! That is the last lesson I have to teach you."
Bein' young an' foolish, I took the wrong meanin' from what he said. I figured I was supposed to take what I wanted, an' I wanted him. I didn't rightly hear the part about not askin' for what I couldn't have. So, I got up an' went over to him an' tried to pull him over to the bedroll for another fuck. Well, Deke had learned more than just a million weird ways to fuck over in Nam an' in the rest of his travels. To make a long affair short, I'll just say that he beat the holy shit out of me in about three minutes flat.
I soon found myself lyin' there concentratin' real hard on staying alive! He was in real bad shape too-he might of sprained his little finger on my backbone-the front of my backbone after he went through my guts to get there, that is!
"That's all right, Monkey," he said real calm like. "I was expecting that. I didn't think that you would give up that easily. But you see, you must. I only fuck my slaves once to mark the end of their slavery. I won't fuck another man or boy until I have trained him to replace you. That's just the way it is."
"You teach me how to fight like that," I croaked.
He laughed. "All right, just as long as you understand how things are."
"Okay, Mas-Deke."
"Okay, Monkey."
An' he did. I stayed with him for about a month more, an' it near drove me crazy seein' him an' feelin' his body next to mine when he was teachin' me the holds an' punches, but there was no hope of gettin' him to fuck with me again. I knew that I was goin' to have to leave pretty soon, 'cause I was dyin' of horniness.
When it was time to leave, he give me some goin' away presents. My clothes that I had come in didn't fit me no more, an' they wasn't much but rags anyways, so he brought me a new outfit from town. A set of black leathers like his an' some regular clothes, too. God! Them leathers made me feel like king of the world when I put 'em on. They was just like a second skin, you know. First fuckin' time I'd had clothes on in months, an' I had been kind of gettin' to like bein' buck naked all the time, but those leathers made up for havin' to wear clothes. Kind of felt a little foolish though to be dressed like such a cool bike stud, an' me not havin' a bike to put between my legs. He told me to hop on the back of his Electraglide, an' he would take me to town to drop me off.
When we got there after windin' down the mountain trail, he took me to a shed on the outside of town. We got off, an' he unlocked the door on the shed. There was the most beautiful, black Honda Four-K you ever set your eyes on-a real beast! I just went all goggle-eyed lookin' at it. "It's yours, Monkey. Good-bye," he said. I started to thank him, but he just drove off, his blonde hair flyin' out behind his black helmet. That's the last I ever seen of him.
I hopped on my new bike an' took off for Memphis. I worked the bars along the river for a while, rolled a few civilian drunks for the cash they was carryin' around with 'em, an' pretty soon I was on my way. I had my own bike, an' I was my own man. I looked a full grown man, too, even though I still wasn't very old. I remember gettin' a look at my face for the first time in a hell of a long time in a gas station bathroom mirror. God! I had changed! My cheek bones was stickin' out, bronzed with the sun an' wind, an' I needed a shave for sure. I still looked mighty young if you took the time to look carefully, but no more sweet baby Monkey! No, sir, I was Monk Maguire then! Super stud! Motorcycle cock! I decided to head out west an' see that part of the country.
I'd been ridin' about a year by myself when I joined up with some guys I happened across on one of the big roads out in California. I'd just been toolin' along by myself when I come across four or five other cycles on the highway. They waved at me friendly like, an' I waved back. We drove along together like that until they pulled off at a bar near San Diego. I figured what the hell, so I pulled off with them. We went inside the bar for a few beers, an' the guys was pullin' off their helmets an' introducin' themselves to me. An' Holy Shit! One of 'em was my old man! An' he didn't recognize me at all!
He introduced himself to me like he'd never seen me before. He was lookin' real good, too. He seemed to have gotten over his busted arm an' leg just fine, an' put on a little more muscle too. His eyes had little lines around them from squintin' into the sun and wind, but other than that he still looked like a young guy. I figured up real quick in my head. I was sixteen, so that made him around thirty-one or thirty-two. Still a fine lookin' stud even that old! An' he didn't recognize me as his own son! I though real fast an' told them that my name was Mickey. He blinked at that name for a second, but he still didn't recognize who I was. We bellyed up to the bar an' ordered some beers, an' I stood next to him.
"You're name's Jack, huh?" I said, lookin' for a sign of him knowin' me.
"Yeah, Mick, nice to meet you."
"You ridin' with anyone now?"
"Just these guys. You ridin' with anyone?"
"Naw, I was wonderin' if I might join up with you for awhile."
"Sure. You look tough enough, buddy. Let me buy you another beer."
So we drank for awhile until we was feelin' nice an' mellow. We talked about runs we had been on an' fun we had had in different parts of the country. I just talked about the places I had been recently an' didn't mention any of the times I had been with the old man an' old lady. By that time we was pretty tanked up an' gettin' a little sleepy so we paid up an' left. There was a good campsite up away from town near the mountains, so we headed that way.
When we got to the camp ground, I sort of stuck close to the old man, an' he was noticin' the way I was keepin' near him. He smiled at me, an' he had that knowin' look in his eyes. We parked our bikes a little ways from the rest of the guys an' took our sleepin' bags off the backs.
"Kind of cool tonight up here in the mountains, ain't it?" the old man said with a wink.
"Yeah," I said. "You want to share bags?"
"Sounds good to me," he answered real casual like. We was goin' to share more than sleepin' bags, that was for sure, an' we both knew it. The old man spread his bag out, an' I throwed mine on top of it. We sat down on 'em an' started takin' our boots off. Couple of the other guys walked by an' saw what we was up to, an' then they walked on an' left us to our fun. They didn't make any big thing out of it, you know. I hauled my boots off an' my jacket, an' so did the old man.
"You like to make it with guys?" I asked him.
"Yeah, don't matter to me. Cocks or cunts are both fun. How about you?"
"I just dig guys, you know."
"Yeah."
"You ever have someone ridin' with you permanent like?" I asked him as I started unbucklin' my belt.
"Yeah, I had an old lady for nearly ten years."
"Really? What happened to her? You split up?"
"Naw, she got killed in a crash. Near killed me, too." He stopped in the act of pullin' his pants down an' looked real hard at me again, but it was pretty dark up there on the mountain side, an' he couldn't see me too well. He shrugged his shoulders an' went on with what he was doin'. I got my pants off an' slid under the top sleepin' bag real quick before he could get a good look at my hang. It was gettin' mighty damn hard at the idea of trickin' with the old man against without him knowin' who I was.
His cock was as long an' thick as I remembered it. It was startin' to raise its big knob up from his belly as he laid out his pants next to the bed. "Mmmmmm! You're hung pretty good," I said.
"Pretty good? Hell, kid, I got one of the biggest there ever was. Just you wait 'til you got the whole thing up your ass-hole!"
"Oh, yeah, old man? Wait 'til you get my cock up your shitter, then we'll see whose got the biggest meat!"
"Old Man, is it! Christ! I ain't but thirty-two, kid. Don't put me in my grave yet! I'll out fuck you any day."
"Thirty-two, huh? I didn't know you was that old. You're old enough to be my old man."
That stopped him cold for a minute. He sat there with his huge fucker throbbin' up his belly. He stared at me an' then slid his hand under the sleepin' blanket to my cock. When he got it in his hand, his eyes opened real wide.
"I'm glad your arm an' leg healed up so good," I said.
"Son of a bitch! It is you!! You bastard! Can't be another boy in the United States hung like that buy my Monkey!" He give a wild laugh an' shoved my head down into his lap where his heavy dong speared into my mouth again.
CHAPTER NINE
He tasted the same as always, musky, you know, like a real he-man, clean an' sexy. The broad knob of his fucker fit just right into the back of my throat. My spit was runnin' like crazy as I slurped it around his cock an' traced my tongue along the shaft. The big veins were swollen with blood and felt firm under my tongue tip. I rolled them under the soft skin against his hard shaft. My fingers were at his nuts, circling the hairy skin an' tuggin' on them insistently. I took in a deep breath an' deep throated him the special way that Deke had taught me. It was like I had learned the trick just for the chance of showin' the old man what I had learned!
His cock head slipped into my throat, pushin' my voice box out of the way. There was no gaggin' at all. I hooked my throat muscles around the thick shaft an' started milkin' on his cock like a milkin' machine suckin' the cream out of a cow's tit. Only it was richer cream than any cow could give that I was after.
He groaned with pleasure as I took him all the way in. I reached out my hand an' pushed him down flat on the bed roll then swung my body up over him so's I could get his fucker pointed down my gullet the right way. He must have been surprised an' delighted at the new way I knew how to suck cock. He was groanin' and runnin' his hands all over my body-up my legs, over my ass an' balls, reachin' down and around to feel my hard prong buttin' up against my belly. I kep' on goin' down on him, stretchin' my ability to hold my breath to the limits that Deke had taught me. I could go for four minutes, which is one hell of a lot longer than most guys can hold their breath, much less suck a cock with their throat muscles the way that I was doin'.
I had my nose down snufflin' at his balls, buried in the thick hair around his crotch an' ball bag. I cupped his rocks in my hands an' ran my fingertips up an' down the root of his dork while I forced even more of it into my throat. He was startin' to thresh his legs around by then, not bein' able to believe the blow-job he was gettin' from his grown-up boy. I stuffed my fingers up his ass-hole, an' he raised his legs up for me to get in better. I reached up his shitter an' felt the back of his prostate. I rubbed it just the way that Deke had taught me to do on my own. I was gettin' short of air by then, so I needed to bring him off. I was determined to do it all in one breath!
I locked my throat muscles all around the shaft of his fucker an' started the swallowin' movements. At the same time I was goosin' his ass-hole an' finger fuckin' the hell out of his shitter. When I thought from the feel of his prick that he was gettin' close to givin' me his load, I started twirlin' my whole head and neck around on his goot! That really got to him. You can't even touch that kind of feelin' even when you got a top-notch, talented ass-hole workin' on your cock for you.
He was comin' right up off the sleepin' bag by then, makin' animal noises in his pleasure, an' buckin' his hips up at me as I pulled the jism out of his hairy nuts for him with my throat. I had two fingers of each hand up his ass-hole an' my thumbs rollin' his balls around when he started to crack his nuts. Then I lifted him right up in the air usin' only my throat muscles on his cock! That pushed him over the edge all right! He gave a bellow like a bull in a rut, an' cum off like a whale blowin' a spout! He creamed an' juiced an' jetted that jism right into my stomach!
When I got all his cum an' had to drop his fucker out of my mouth to drag some air into my achin' lungs, he was mumblin', "Jesus, Jesus, Monkey! How'd you learn to do that? I never had a blow-job like that one before! How'd you hold your breath like that? An' how'd you pull on my pecker like that with your throat?"
"Hush! Old Man, you ain't seen nothin' yet! I learned lots o' new tricks since the last time I saw you! How about a fuck, old man?"
"Help yourself, boy! Give it to me! You're the only one who got a cock the same as mine! It's like gettin' fucked by my own prick when you jazz me!"
That's the kind of talk I like to hear! I turned around the other way so I was face to face to him, an' he pulled his legs up for me. I hooked his heels over my shoulders an' spread his ass-cheeks over with my hands. There wasn't no time for spit or anything like that, but I didn't think the old man needed any. He was used to dry fucks the same as I was. The sweat pourin' off his balls an' runnin' down the crack of his ass was all we needed.
"You goin' to plant some turnip seed in my back garden?" he laughed.
"More than that old man. I'm goin' to fuck you 'til your balls are dry!"
I stuffed the head of my cock into his ass-hole an' slid the length of my fucker right in with it. He grunted a little but he wasn't doin' no complainin'. He knew how to take big dick, all right! "You think you can cum more times than I can?" he grunted. "Don't bet on it, boy! I'll make you cum until you're raw, an' still be able to shoot a wad after you're done!"
"I didn't say nothin' about cummin', " I said an' jabbed him a good stroke up his shitter. "I'm goin' to fuck the jizz out of you before I drop my load."
"That's not fair. I already shot off once. You're startin' one ahead of me."
"Fair's fair," I said. I pulled my prick out of his ass-hole and raised up a little to get the head of it up over his belly. My cock knob was purple with the blood that was gorged into it, an' there was already a string of jism hangin' off the tip of it. I admired the size of that cock of mine for a minute an' compared it with his. No doubt about it! I had him shaded by a good inch in length! That made me feel right good, so I eased my rocks off an' shot about a cupful of cum out over his chest an' face. Wow! He really went nuts with the sight of me squirtin' my ball juice over him like that. The last time he had had my cream, I couldn't cum more than a tablespoonful at best. I had done some growin' all right!
Then I fucked my cock right back up his shitter like I was just startin' an' hadn't cum a bit! My dong was just as hard or harder than before, an' the cum all over the shaft made it even easier to slide into his butt hole. He was smearin' my ball cream over his tits an' tryin' to lick it off of his face as I started fuckin' again.
"God! Fuck me, Monkey! Screw the shit out of me! It feels so fuckin' good, son! Do it! Harder! Fuck your old man like I used to fuck you!" He was moanin' an groanin' an' rollin' his eyes around in his head. I was trippin' out on the whole thing myself, an' I almost lost control over myself. But I reined in, an' settled down to givin' him the fuck of his life! Geez! I had missed him an' looked forward to this night for so fuckin' long!
His ass-hole was tight an' twistin' an' suckin' on my dork. I had his legs pinned back all the way to his chest with his knees on his nipples, an' I was drivin' that nail for all I was worth! His big cock knob was rubbin' up an' down on his belly with the force of my fuckin', an' his eyes was wild with the screwin' I was givin' him. I felt him buildin' up for a blow, so I made my cock go as big an' as hard as it would go an' fucked it to him as hard an' fast as I could.
He give a groan an' yelled, "Father-Fucker!! " Then he creamed off another load up his chest. It run up between his tits like a foamin' white river. The sight of it was enough to have brought me off if I hadn't been concentratin' on keepin' my hot cream in my balls for the time bein'. I just kep' right on goin' like a screwin' machine! I didn't give him a chance to relax a minute. My ass was pumpin' my meat in an' out of his butt just as fast as before, an' I was makin' my cock jump inside him to get him back to the point of cummin' again as fast as I could. An' man, I can really do it, too!
He was just blubberin' and foamin' at the mouth by then. I had fucked him right out of his mind. When I was whippin' it to him for the third cum, he was yellin' so much that the other guys just had to come over an' see what all the fun was about. They all gathered round to watch us screw, an' it wasn't long before they was unbucklin' belts and poppin' open flies to let out their hot cocks.
"Jesus, Jack! You caught yourself a fuckin' machine there! Look at that son-of-a-bitch hump!"
"Goddamn, Sam! Look at the hang on that boy! He's pullin' it out a good foot on each stroke, an' I ain't seen the head of his prong yet! He's bigger hung than Jack is!"
"Where'd you get yourself a fucker like that, Jack?"
"I fucked myself this one," the old man grunted in answer to that last question. "What you say?"
"This is my boy. This is the Monkey I was tellin' you guys about! You didn't think a cock like this would be hangin' around without me havin' some relation to it, would you?"
"You mean this guy fuckin' you is your kid?"
"That's right," I said. "The old man fucked me Out of my mother, so I'm returnin' the favor for him. He taught me all I knew at first about ass fuckin', but I done learned me some more since then, haven't I, old man?"
He couldn't answer them right then 'cause he was in the middle of blowin' off his third wad for the evenin' an' couldn't do nothin' but howl like a love-sick wolf!
"I think you're about fucked out, old man. You want me to pull out an' cum in your face for you?"
"No, not yet. One more. One more cum, Monkey. Fuck me one more time. Hard, God, harder! Oh, Jesus, make it jump in my guts like that some more!"
I obliged him for another shot, but I could feel that his ass-hole was bleedin' by then. The hot blood was seepin' out around the rim an' runnin' out on my hot buggerer. It took a hell of a long time for that fourth one, but I worked it out of him before he gave up an' passed out on me. His last load wasn't more than a couple of squirts, but that's not so bad for a old man in a couple of hours time! I slapped his face around awhile 'til he come to for me. Then I pulled my fucker out of his ass-hole an' stuffed the shitty, bloody, cummy shaft down his throat an' let him have my hot load from my over-stuffed nuts. He guzzled it down, an' he licked my pronger clean while the other guys watched, but of course, I wasn't near satisfied for that night. My shaft was still as hard as steel an' gleamin' like polished marble in the moonlight. As soon as the other guys got a look of it, how hard it was an' how long a dong I had, they was fightin' to get in line for me to take over with them where I had left off with my old man. They was a bunch of hot, humpy studs, man, an' really appreciated a good hard fuck up the ass-hole. I screwed each one of them until there wasn't a god damned drop of ball juice left in his shriveled nuts, then I gave each one of them a good mouthful or two of my sizzlin' jism. By the time that I had polished the fifth one of them off, even I was gettin' a little tired an' a little sore around the prick. We sort of collapsed together in one heap of fucked out stud flesh!
CHAPTER TEN
We had a lot of fun that summer, the old man an' me, runnin' with the other guys up an' down the coast from Washington down into Mexico, raisin' hell wherever we went. I remember one time when we was down in Mexico in the mountains, an' we found this kid walkin' along the side of the road, nice lookin' young stud, an' we-well, come to think of it, maybe I better not tell you about that time. Even if I am a cop now myself, I still could get in a shit load of trouble for what we done that time. Remember I told you that I broke every law there is on the books at least one time. Too bad, though, that really was a fantastic time we had!
There was another time I can tell you about an' not get into any trouble 'cause when we was finished, there was no complaints about what we done. We was up in northern California in the big forest country, lookin' for a place to make a camp. One of the guys said that he knew where there was a old loggin' camp way back in the woods, so we took this little trail back through the trees that was just barely big enough to take our bikes one at a time. It went back an' back into the thick forest, an' I was beginnin' to wonder if the dude knew where he was goin', but when we got there, there was not only a camp there, but there was somebody already there ahead of us. It was troop of scouts with their scoutmaster.
Leastways they was dressed up like boy scouts, but from the way they was actin' I kind of wondered whether they was regular members or not. The scoutmaster was a pop-eyed, greasy lookin' old fart in his late thirties, I guess, real nervous like. He had about ten boys along with him, all just the sweetest, nicest lookin' young pieces of ass you ever did see, from about twelve years old to about fifteen or sixteen years old. It looked to me like the old fart had picked 'em out with one thing in mind-fuckin' them plump young buns of theirs!
When he got a look at us come barrelin' into the clearin' on our bikes, he near pissed his pants. I don't know if he was more scared or more thrilled to see six cycle studs like us up there with him an' his boys in the wild woods a long ways from help if he had felt like callin' for any. The boys didn't look scared at all to me. You could see from the looks they was givin' us that they was sizin' us up an' had about the same thing in mind as we did. They wasn't exactly innocent little virgins if you know what I mean!
The scoutmaster walked out into the clearin' where we was sittin' on our cycles an' started jawin' at us. His knees was wobblin' an' his voice was tremblin' already 'fore we had done a damn thing to him or his kids.
"What are you gentlemen doing here?" he asked, tryin' to sound tough and fearsome in front of his boys. But he wasn't foolin' nobody no how. If he thought we was gentlemen, then he was a bigger fool than I had ever come across in my life before.
"We're lookin' for a place to camp for the night," my old man tells him, real polite an' nice.
"As you can see, we have apparently gotten here before you," the scoutmaster huffed.
"Then you can apparently make room or get your asses kicked down the mountain," the old man replies.
"Well, of course we can make room for you," the guy said goin' whiter than ever round the gills. He was a real natural-born, one-hundred percent wienie, you could tell right off. I was sittin' there straddlin' my Honda an' lookin' the place over. They had three tents set up all nice an' neat an' scout-fashion-one bigger one an' two smaller ones.
"Jack an' me will take that one," I said, pointin' to the biggest one, "Sam an' Billy can take that one, an' Dave and Juan take the other one." Then I looked straight at the scoutmaster to see how he liked the idea of us movin' right into their tents with them. He just swallowed real hard an' nodded. He even tried a feeble smile like he thought that was a peachy idea, but it died on his lips when I grinned back at him.
"Get these boys unloadin' our gear an' fixin' us some food," I ordered. An' the kids jumped right at it before the scoutmaster had a chance to say a damn thing. They was all grinnin' their heads off and fightin' with each other to see who got to take care of what. They sure liked the looks of us studs, I can tell you. They was runnin' around fetchin' us sections of logs to sit on round the fire, an' cookin' some stew an' stuff, an' askin' us if we was comfortable, an' all like that while the scoutmaster just dithered an' wrung his hands.
After we ate some of their grub an' opened up the jugs of wine that we brought with us, I looked around to pick out one that I fancied for the evening. There was plenty to go around, an' they was all good lookin' boys, so I picked two. One was a real peach, the sexiest little angel you ever seen. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, just of an age to have hair on his nuts an' to have an idea what it was all about, an' the other was a little older. I crooked my finger at 'em an' beckoned for them to come over to where I was sittin'.
"Come on over here an' join me in a drink of wine," I said to the dark-haired boy. I patted the ground next to me for him to sit down an' I handed him the jug. "An' you," I said to the blonde, "You come over here too." I patted my leg for him to sit on. The dark-haired boy came right over an' took a long pull off the jug of wine. The scoutmaster's eyes was buggin' out an' he was shakin' his head for the boys not to drink any of the stuff. The younger blonde boy came over an' sat right down on my leg. He jumped a little when he found out that I hadn't moved my hand out of the way, then he turned an' grinned shyly at me an' squirmed his tight little butt around in the palm of my hand. Felt damn fuckin' good to me-just as tight an' round an' firm as you could ever want. I had one finger layin' up his crack with my fingertip on the base of his cock behind his nuts, an' he felt like he was gettin' into the same horny mood that I was. The boy on the ground put his arm around my leg an' leaned his cheek against my knee when he passed up the jug.
I give the blonde boy a pull on the dago red while I looked at the scoutmaster an' stared him down. It wasn't very hard to do. "You know, boys," I said, "I don't think your boss here wants you to be drinkin' my wine." The blonde boy just looked at me an' batted his long thick eyelashes at me. His lips was tinted red with the purple wine. "Have another chug," I said.
The blonde shot a look across the clearin' at the scoutmaster an' looked back at me. He raised the jug up to those luscious lips of his and took another pull. "He's not worth a shit anyhow," the dark-headed boy sat at my foot.
"He's not, huh?" I said. "You mean he's not much of a scoutmaster?"
The kid laughed. There was a little streak of meanness in his laugh that sounded sexy to me. "He couldn't find his way from his bathroom sink to his toilet without a map," the kid said. "He gets lost every time. I'm the one that gets us home safe."
"Wonder what he's doin' bringin' you boys up into the woods like this then?" I said. The scoutmaster's face had gone just as deep red as a beet when the kid was knockin' him, but when I asked my question, he turned as white as snow. The boys all laughed, but didn't say nothin'.
"I'll bet he had lots of little activities planned for you boys up here where nobody can see," I said. The old nerd's face twisted up like he was goin' to start cryin' he was so upset about his little secrets comin' out. The boys just laughed again. An' they nodded their heads.
"I'll bet he's always got his hands in your pants, don't he?" I said, an' I stuck my other hand into the blonde boy's crotch just to show 'em what I was talkin' about. Jesus, that felt nice with one hand cuppin' his ass an' the other one over his rod and balls. He giggled an' spread his legs wider for me to feel him up.
"Yeah," the dark-haired boy said. "Sometimes he's checkin' to make sure our jocks aren't too tight. Sometimes he's hunting for chiggers, he says. Always ends up the same." He laughed.
"How's that?" I said, actin' real innocent like.
"He blows us," the blonde boy said. His face was split with a crooked grin as the wine was startin' to work on him. Sexy little devil!
"Don't you boys like to have your cocks sucked?" I asked in surprise.
They all giggled and laughed an' nodded then-heads an' yelled, "Yeah, yeah!"
"But he makes us suck his cock too," another boy said. He was sittin' on my old man's knee, an' the old man was feelin' him up.
"Don't you like to suck cock?" I asked.
"Not his," the blonde boy said. "He hasn't got hardly any cock at all. Mine's bigger than his is!" He had a right nice one judgin' from the way it felt through his pants. His pecker was just as hard as a nail an' about six or seven inches long of hot boy meat! He hiccupped. "I like to suck Dewey's better," he said pointin' at the dark-haired boy at my feet. "Dewey has the nicest cock of all, an' it's bigger."
The scoutmaster was about to fuckin' die by then. He was wringin' his hands an' dancin' around from mortification. "Boys, boys!" he kep' sayin'.
"Oh, piss on you!" Dewey said an' took another pull from the gallon jug of wine.
"Okay, hop up," I said to the blonde boy.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Just what Dewey here said. I'm goin' to piss on him. You feel like takin' a leak, Dewey?"
"God! Yeah, but I don't think I can," he said an' grabbed at his crotch. I could see that he had a big hard-on too.
"Give it a try," I said. I walked over to where the scoutmaster was standin'. I put my hand on his chest an' shoved him down on the dirt. I didn't even look down at him there. I just started unbuttonin' my fly like I was standin' in front of a pisser in a toilet by myself. I hauled my cock out nearly all the way hard an' listened to the gasps and whistles that went around the campsite. Those boys had never seen a dork like mine before! That got 'em all excited an' they started jumpin' up an' pullin' their pants open then. Young, hard peckers was spoutin' out all over the place like mushrooms after a hard rain!
Dewey come over next to me an' stood there with his prong out like he was goin' to take a piss too, but he was too hard to manage it. His boner was about eight inches or so an' nice an' thick an' juicy. When everybody was watchin' me, I eased off a good stream of hot piss onto the scoutmaster. I didn't even look down or aim it, but I could tell by the gasps from the boys that I had pissed on him good. Dewey was gruntin' like a pig tryin' to get some piss out too.
"You want to hold mine?" I asked him.
"Yeah!" he said an' grabbed my fucker. I let it go all the way hard in his hand, an' his fingers clutched at it like it was a life buoy an' he was about to drown.
"God! You got a huge one!" he breathed in admiration. "But don't get it all the way hard. I want to watch you piss on him while I hold it!"
"Don't worry about that. Just point it where you want it to go," I said.
"I want you to piss in his mouth and make him drink it," Dewey said. I knew he was a boy after my own heart.
"Then you better get him up on his knees for it," I said.
I looked down as Dewey gestured for the man to get up like I said, an' he did without no argument. His shirt was soaked with my piss, but I could see that his pants had a hard prick inside 'em, too. Wasn't but a little dickie, but it was stickin' right straight out in front. "Open your fuckin' mouth!" the kid told him. His mouth flopped right open.
"That's good," I said. An' I started pissin' an' the boy held my hard cock an' jacked it around in the guy's face an' mouth while the piss flooded out of me. He looked thrilled as hell to see me doin' it, an' with a hard tool too! The scoutmaster didn't make a fuckin' sound. He just kneeled there an' let me piss in his mouth an' swallowed as much of it down as he could. Pretty soon the other boys was lined up for a turn, too. They crowded around an' pissed all over the guy, but they was in such a hurry an' was havin' such a hard time controllin' their hard spurtin' cocks that they pissed all over each other as much as on him. They didn't seem to mind it at all since they was all pretty well plastered on the wine by then anyways.
I went back an' sat down on the section of log to get another pull on the bottle of wine myself, but I didn't bother puttin' my cock away. I couldn't have managed it anyways since I was as hard as an ax handle an' damned near as long! The blonde boy run up to me as I put the jug down. He had stripped himself off completely naked, an' his boner was a pretty thing to see. His rod was up slap against his belly he was so excited, an' his little nuts hung down so cute in their pink bag with the blonde hair all crisped up in a ruff around it.
He was pantin' with excitement, an' he hopped back up into my lap, but this time he straddled both of my legs facin' me so that his hard prong was mashed up against my big cock. He give me a big wet sloppy kiss on the mouth, an' his lips an' tongue tasted of the wine. He put his arms around my neck an' stuck his tongue into my mouth an' sucked on my tongue. Man, he was hot an' gettin' hotter by the minute! An' so was I the way he was hunchin' his pecker against mine an' French kissin' like that.
"Let me suck your big prick," he said an' started to slide down off my lap to get his mouth on it. But I stopped him. I liked the feeling of his joint against mine, an' I had my fingers up the crack of his ass again.
"How about a fuck instead?" I asked him.
"Oooo!" he moaned. "I've never done that before! It won't hurt will it?"
"It'll hurt some," I said. No point in lyin' to him. I was goin' to fuck him anyway.
"I don't know. I want to so badly. Go slow and don't hurt me too much, okay?"
"Okay, kid," I said. He was a nice little stud, not scared with the wine an' the sex makin' up his mind for him. I got up an' let him suck on my tool for awhile while I took my clothes off. Then I laid him out on the ground an' got down between his legs. I saw that the other guys was gettin' the boys in similar positions. My old man was standin' in the middle with his foot on the scoutmaster's neck. The scoutmaster had his ass stuck up in the air, an' Dewey was gettin' ready to fuck him with my old man's encouragement. The old man gave him his prick to suck while the boy fed his own cock up the scoutmaster's ass-hole. The guy gave a squeal, but he stuck his back up at the kid as Dewey rammed his dong up his shitter.
I went back to what I was doin' then. I pulled up the blonde boy's legs and looked at his little virgin ass-hole. It was so squinched up and tiny that I knew I was goin' to half kill him if I didn't grease him up some an' get him relaxed before I jazzed him with my joint. I could have done it that way anyway, but I didn't feel like it. I wanted the kid to enjoy it all the way so he would have fond memories of me the rest of his life. The big motorcycle fucker who took his ass cherry!
His cock was real hard an' his balls was pulled up tight to the root of his dick, so I just pushed him further over onto his shoulders an' turned his can up straight into the air. I stuck my tongue out an' licked around his tight balls, an' he moaned with the feelin' of my rough tongue on his sensitive flesh, but I had a bigger surprise in store for him. I licked down across the backs of his nuts an' the root of his cock an' then down into the crack of his ass! His legs was jerkin' in my arms so hard that I could hardly hold him still enough to get my tongue on his button. I could tell that not only had he never been rimmed before, I was willin' to bet that he had never thought of the idea in his whole young life! He was goin' wild as my tongue tip brushed over the bung of his ass-hole. Then I made my tongue into a hard point an' started drillin' it into his shitter. At first he was so fuckin' tight that I could hardly get it in. I don't think he realized that I was actually goin' to stick my tongue up his ass-hole, an' thought that all I was goin' to do was lick around the outside. Then he give a big shudder an' opened up his butt to me. He tasted real nice-hot an' musky but not too shitty. I rimmed the tip of my tongue around the inside of his ass-ring until he was gurglin' with delight an' was havin' a hard time breathin' right. Then I shoved my whole tongue into him as far as I could get it to go. I swiped it all around inside his tail, rubbin' an' lickin' at the wallss of his ass-hole, an' that was more than the poor kid could take at one time. I felt the root of this prick twitchin' an' he creamed off upside down into his own face.
Nothin' like gettin' off to a good start, I always say! That relaxed him pretty good. He opened up his shitter even further for me while I rimmed the shit out of his tail. He didn't go soft on me by no means, though. I was excitin' him to the point of a fever pitch. But he was pushin' out to get more an' more of my tongue up inside him, an' I was givin' him as much of it as I could until my jaws was creakin'! Nothin' I like more than eatin' out a hot virgin ass-hole on a young stud like him when you can really tell how much it is appreciated.
When I had him wide open, I let him back down onto my legs. My cock was right up to his ass-hole, an' this kid was so wild to get fucked by then that he didn't shut back down on me like most virgins do. I made my cock hard, but not all the way hard so I wouldn't ruin his ass-hole for him on his first fuck. I eased the head of it in, an' he groaned a little bit, but I don't think I was hurtin' him too much. He wasn't goin' to let the pain stop him anyways, an' he pushed his hips up at me to shove more of my meat into him. There's nothing like gettin' a kid into the right mood to make a nice smooth first fuck. I slid it in an' waited for him to catch his breath, an' then slid more of it in.
"God! God! That feels so fuckin' good!" he said. "I wish I had got fucked a long time ago! Is there more of it?"
I laughed, "Kid, you saw how I was hung. You guess how much more there is to do!" Then I shoved another six inches up his crapper. He groaned in some real pain then, but he was lickin' his lips an' wrigglin' his ass to get it all up inside him. I started movin' it in an' out real slow an' easy before I gave him the rest of my shaft. He was openin' up real nice an' not havin' too much trouble takin' it.
"How's that, boy?" I asked.
"Oh, God! Fuck me all the way! Fuck me as hard as you can! Jesus, it feels so good!"
So I let him have the whole length an' thickness of it, lettin' it swell up all the way. An' of course that strained him to the point of tearing his ass-hole open a little bit. I couldn't help it, you know. That's just how big a dick I got. I had him relaxed an' open as he could go-I was just thicker than that. He bled a little bit, but he didn't seem to mind by then. He was so crazy to get fucked all the way by my huge elephant cock that he didn't care if I split him in half!
I had his ass up on my legs, so I leaned back until I was sittin' on my butt with his body impaled on my dong like a rag doll on a fuckin' spear. His head lolled forward onto my shoulder, an' he started kissin' up the side of my neck. I grabbed him around his waist an' started liftin' him up an' down on my dong. He was squeezin' on my ass-hole, an' his hot prick was rubbin' up an' down on my belly as I screwed him. His arms went around my neck after a few minutes, an' he got his feet flat on the ground. Then he started doin' deep knee bends on my dick like a good boy scout should. I mean that kid was a natural born talented fucker. He started twirlin' his ass around on my prong an' jazzed himself up and down on my flag pole faster an' faster.
Finally I laid back flat on the ground an' let him take over by himself. He had one hand on my belly to balance himself with an' the other one on his cock, jackin' himself off while he fucked.
"Whoopeeeee!! " he yelled. "I'm goin' to shoot off again, you big fucker! You big motorcycle cock! You're fuckin' my virgin ass-hole with your big club of a cock and you 're fucking the jism out of my balls again, you big stud! Get ready for it! I'm going to shoot my scum off all over you! Cum off with me! Let me feel your cream shooting off up my shitter! Do it! Fuck it! Get your nuts off With me! Cum, oh God, get it, take it, shoot it, fucker, I'm fucking off, cumming! Cum with me! Cum! That's it, god, christ, cum, fuck, jesus, cumming, fucking me, fuck, shoot!"
And that little bastard near drowned me in the load he shot off all over my face an' chest an' belly. I wouldn't have believed that such little nuts could have held that much fuck juice, but I must have jazzed all he had in him out. He creamed off in spurt after spurt out into the air, landin' with wet plops in sticky strings all over me-in my hair, over my face, across my tits. An' I let him have my whole load in return, no holds barred. I cum a bucketful, blastin' it up his ass-hole like I was a fuckin' volcano in full eruption! He just went wild with the two of us cummin' together like that. He was squirmin' his ass an' wrigglin' his belly an' jumpin' up an' down on my jazzer like crazy!
I fucked Dewey after that while the blonde kid was restin' up by eatin' out my ass-hole while I fucked. He just couldn't get enough of my shit after the rimmin' job I did on him. I fucked each one of the boys right down to the twelve-year old with no hair on his balls. Of course, I couldn't let him have my whole cock without killin' him, but I used the first eight inches an' kep' my cockhead from swellin' up all the way.
We let the boys whip the shit out of the scoutmaster's ass with our big belts, an' then let them all fuck him too. They really got off on givin' him their prongs up his ass-hole an' pissin' in his face when they was finished. You would think that we had sent that fucker off to heaven though. He just wouldn't get the grin off his face no matter what we did to him. The more the boys fucked him an' shit on his face, the happier he was. I guess that was what he had been wantin' all along an' had been afraid to get for himself. You never can tell with wienies like that. Sometimes what they want most of all is to get used like a shitwipe, you know. An' sometimes they especially like to have real studs do it to 'em like me an' you, an' sometimes they get off on havin' young boys doin' it. There was nothin' but smiles all around by the time we pulled out of that camp!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Say," he said to me as he drained the last of his beer. "All this talkin' I been doin' is gettin' me kind of horny. How about you?"
He was standing at the bar next to the big bruiser of a cop, and he was way beyond merely horny. He had stopped in at the Roadside for a beer after getting off the night shift at work. He had often watched the motorcycle cops and the other motorcycle riders and wondered about the wild lives that they must have led. He was twenty-one years old, just out of the Army for a few months, had a job at the factory, and everything was getting very settled down and boring already. Sure, he was gay. But had never done anything like the things that I had told him about while we drank our beers together at the bar. His experience was mostly limited to messing around with some of the other guys in high school and having guys pick him up when he was out on the town in the Army on weekend passes. He had dreamed of motorcycle riders and leather studs before, but he had never talked to one.
I was pretty mean-looking in my uniform with the pistol and the blackjack. I think it was the black boots with the mirror-like shine on them and the way my uniform pants fit my crotch so tightly that he could see the outline of my cock and balls right through the material. Anyway, he did. He walked up to me at the bar and offered to buy me a beer. I accepted, and we started talking.
"Yeah, I can see you're gettin' a little horny, too," I said. "Judgin' by that lump in your pants, you either got a hard-on or the handle of a baseball bat down your pants. You feelin' ready for a little action?"
He nodded his head. The step was taken.
I took out my wallet and pulled out a dollar bill. He could see a name and telephone number scrawled on it. "This here," I tapped the bill with my finger, "is the seventeen-year-old stud I was tellin' you about. The one I fucked up the ass-hole up on lover's lane the other night. He said he would come runnin' to lick my boots for me any time I give him a call. You interested?"
He nodded his head.
"You want to fuck him too? You want too take his nuts in your hands an' twist 'em 'bout off of him the way I done? I know he'd like that. He'd just he there an' cream off for you while you done it for him. He'd like a stud like you. An' then I might just join in too. I might just jam my big fucker up your ass-hole and mash your balls for you at the same time so you'd know what it felt like. What do you think of that?"
He took a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and threw it in on the top of the bar to pay for our beers. "Let's go," he said, and I smiled that wicked grin of mine. We left and headed for a phone to call the slave boy to us.
