Man for Man
 

The Woodshed

AA
AA

Growing up out in the deep East Texas sticks, the Piney Woods, about all you could expect to know about the Big Wide World was what you could get on TV or out of magazines.

 

Our place wasn't that remote, about 10 miles out in the creek bottoms from a hick town of about 3,000 timid souls. I wasn't one of `em then or now. I lost my Mom when I was about six, so it was just me `n my Dad in our house. He'n Mom had married young, so he was really only twenty-three when we were left alone. We didn't have close family, but there was a regular parade of part-time farmhands and the occasional live-in. Still, for the most part we were left alone. Our nearest neighbor, Will, was twenty-something, built and black and -- like Dad -- a farmer and seasonal timber cutter. Often, he was the most regular visitor we had and he'n Dad would go fishing together or sit late into the night on the porch with their beers.

Like I said, I just wasn't much of a fit for the town and as I grew up I got ornery like lonesome boys do. I helped a lot in the house, did all the inside chores until we didn't need a live-in much anymore so it was just us men. I got so good at laundry, even Will would bring his dirty clothes and drawers over for a good washin'. I got to love all that musty man-funk he`n Dad left in their workclothes.

Still, even with work to keep me busy and acres of woods and creeks to explore, my body and mind got itchy. I had an old rusty pickup to roam around the backroads on as I got to be about 14, and I'd find a dirt track in the hot sun and pull off into it, loving the seclusion for exploring my body as it started to throb and grow tight. Seems like I was forever outgrowing my jeans and shorts. I got a lean hardness, like my dad, and prided myself in long legs and slim hips. Put us together, my dad only seventeen years older, we were more like brothers in physical build and looks, except where I was hairless and blonde, he was dusted with blonde/rusty peachfuzz.

Anyway, like I said, I'd skinnydip in forest pools, played basketball on the town junior high team but I was still lonesome and it was hard to get teammates to travel to visit, or stay overnight, way out there. So I worked with my Dad or Will, on either place, and yearned to grow up to move away. My juices just percolated in the hot sun and humidity; as soon as I got over my chores, I'd lock myself in the old woodshed out back, nice `n dark, and pull my long cock (it'd made 9 inches by fourteen) outa my levis and pump out a nice, long, slow load all over the stumps and dirt floor. I musta put down about two gallons between my twelfth and fourteenth birthdays.

Finally, one hot Saturday afternoon, I'd had enough. I finished the thousand chores Will and Dad had left me with while they went off into the woods to fish and drink. I snuck into the house, took a twelve-pack outa the fridge and drove off into the woods. I popped the first cool one and took myself outa my britches and shot off all over the damn steering wheel, then I licked it off and had me another brew.

Next morning, rough hands shook me and dragged me out of the stinking truck cab. Through bleary eyes I saw Daddy glaring down at me, holding me up with his hands on each of my elbows. "Boy! Anybody ever tell you not t'drink `n drive?" he hollered as he shook me. I guess I mumbled some sort of sass about being out in the field, not on a freeway. Still, I was pleased that he'd been worried.

Before I knew it I was being shoved into the passenger side of the pickup and held with one strong arm against the door while my angry father drove us at breakneck speed up to the house. He skidded to a stop in the drive, let me fall forward onto the dash and strode around to the passenger door and yanked me out.

I thought we were headed to the house, but he held me up against the truck in the hot sun and stripped my shirt over my dazzled fuzzy head and poured a quart of cold water over my hair while I shouted `n jumped awake. Then, when I was suddenly aware of how much trouble I was in, he took me under his arm and dragged me into the hot musty woodshed. "Boy, I've let you go too long without a visit to this place!" he claimed as he shoved open the old door.

 

The heat and smell reeled over us. "Whoo! Smells like a damned outhouse in here!," he flinched. "You been beatin' off in here, haven't ya, boy?" he squeezed his bicep and sweaty pit over my nose, the funk curling up my nose all sweet `n sour-like. "Yes, sir," I wheezed between the sweaty clamp he had on my face.

"Well, we're here `n we're gonna use this place like we used to!" I didn't have to be told what that meant. In a flash, he sat down on a broad stump and dragged me across his lap, pulling down my jeans and whalloping my tender backside all in one motion. I squirmed and hollered as he held me down firmly with one arm on the back of my neck and whomped my ass with the other hand, regular hot strokes that soon had my buns singed.

In all the whalloping, he pulled my underpants down below my knees so I couldn't whiggle my legs, just my ass which jumped and tried to get out of the way. All that wrigglin' and his energy worked the overall top off his tan shoulders and dropped them into his lap. I could tell all this buckin' of his was going into his dick, it was poking me in the stomach; my own was sweating buckets and my balls were jumping all around as my ass got beat.

As the strokes got regular, I could hear him grunt as he breathed. I worked myself, arms out, hands on the ground, so my lap got up on top of his real and good and suddenly our dicks just started rubbin' and I knew he was well aware of what was gonna happen. "Daddy, please stop!" I hollered, but he knew what I needed. "Boy! I'll stop when I'm ready to stop, now git your ass under Daddy's hand like a good boy." But all that grinding was more than he could handle, I could tell. Something had to give.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the doorway. "Well, I see you found him." I heard Will's voice and twisted to see him looking down at me across my Pa's lap, a curious grin on his lips at the sight of my red/pink ass and twisting thighs. Dad never let up slappin' em, just answered, "Yeah, found him drunker'n a skunk in the pickup down by the creek. Coulda drowned."

"Well it looks like you're givin' him the same medicine my old man gave me when I did the same thing," Will responded, rubbing his sweaty chest. I noticed he was still dressed in his fishing jeans, old and worn in some might tight places. I'd washed those stained old levis many a time and wondered about the origins of the dry stiff spots.

My Dad's dick seemed to get even harder with someone to watch the action. I ground against his lap experimentally and it practically pushed me off him. Will moved closer and bent down, holding my head down. "Maybe you oughta show me what your Daddy did to you to git you to stop bein' pigheaded," Dad spoke up to Will.

"Alright," grinned Will, "But you'll have to let me do it all; you can help, though." "Okay, " Daddy chimed in as though they both knew what was happening, "But I get to help." Then Will pulled open those snug levis and pulled out about eleven inches of the prettiest muscular black dick I'd ever seen. It was thicker than anyone's and longer than mine. The sweat glistened on the shaft and I could see the clear fluid at the fat bronze head dripping into his hand. He took my mouth in his hand, forcing it open with his broad thumb, took his dick in the other and frowning at me, ordered, "Open up, boy, you gonna have more'n beer to drink.!"

As the huge fucktool slid into my mouth, I tasted all the sweat before I even smelled it. I struggled a bit, trying to breath as I slobbered and he pushed all the way into my mouth. "Ooooee! Boy, you musta been made for this!" Will muttered enthusiastically. Turning to my Dad, "You gotta fine little cocksucker here, you oughta train him good!" He musta fed about eight inches into my wet messy throat, pushing the head all over my tongue before I felt my Dad pull my britches clean off and work a finger up my sweaty butthole. That really dumped me outa his lap.

While I was left on my knees getting fucked in the mouth, my head held firmly by Will's dark hands, my Dad stood up and stripped off his old overalls. Standing naked except for his grimy workboots, his cock stood out from lean hips from a rusty red mat of hair. His flat stomach was dusted with the same rusty dust and his chest, flat and broad was crowned with two tan nipples, which Will tugged on furiously. Dad's sighed as his cock drooled out a long string of precum every time Will nipped at the stony buds. I just started pumping my own long tool in unison with theirs.

"Hey, ya boy's got quite piece on him, too, just like his old man!" Will noted with approval. Dad, grinning at my horny action on Will's and my own cock, beat off in my face with one hand, stroking Will's ballsac with the other, "Hell, if it's like-father-like-son, I'd sure like to meet your Pa!" as he worked his hand between Will's parted cocoa thighs, working up into the sweaty buttcrack. I knew now what they'd been doing all this time, "fishing"!

I couldn't help spewing out a load all over the dirt and about that time Dad squirted out the same gob of thick, creamy cum all over my neck and chest from the nutsqueezing and nip-sucking Will was giving him. I pulled off Will's huge dick just in time to swallow Dad's still-pumping cock, his eyes wide on my lips around his fat pink head, cream drooling down my chin. As he bucked and jumped, Will thrust his own fat crowbar back down my willing gullet and leaned back, his eyes shut tight, pumping my mouth furiously with both hands on my head. He shouted as load as he could, "Shiiiit, I'm comin', I'm shooting off in that beautiful tight little mouth, boy! Suck me boy! Eat my fuckin' cock, you tight little cocksucker! MMMmmmh! Nphhh!" And, as my Dad fingered my now-hot butt, I swallowed over a quart of hot, thick gusher. As I pulled off to breathe, Will was still moaning and jizzin' all over my face. My dad bent down and took the rest off in his mouth, licking the drizzle off Will's ballsac.

After we all caught our breath, they hauled me up to my feet, my dirty briefs still around my ankles and took turns licking off the rest of my boycream, which naturally made my pole stand up. The scene of my Dad, his whiskery mouth moving over my pink cockhead, and Will, his sweaty intense muscles wrapped around my legs and a hand playing with Dad's twitching cock while he sucked my hairless balls made me take charge. I took Will's head in my hands and fucked him like he'd fucked me. Finally a charge in my balls surged up my long boner and poured in hot teenaged squirts down my elders' throats, their eager tongues vying for the creamy spurts.

After we'd showered and eaten some breakfast to nurse my hangover, they dressed me in a pair of old worn levis Dad'd worn some fifteen years ago, without any drawers or shirt and took me out to the pond to "teach me to fish", about four more times that afternoon. I stayed on the farm, working with Dad and sometimes Will, always letting them take me right there on the porch in the evenings, our beer in hand. Sometimes Will's "hired hand" will help us, even on the porch. The woodshed still gets used, though, `cause I'm a slow learner and I need to be reminded ever' now `n then that I'm still a Daddy's boy, with a love for chocolate milkshakes.

Rate this story:

โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…
Keywords: levis / huge dick / dad and son / buns / black cock / cocksucker / my dad / ass crack / fucked him / big dick / hairless body / get fucked / neighbor / married man / father / dad and son / brother / your ass / dad and son / precum / fucked him / bottom / muscular / swallowed / large dick / jeans / licking / muscles / his dick / feet / swallowed
In fictional stories it is fine to have sex without condoms, but in reality you should always use a rubber, regardless if you use Prep or not. Prep only protects for HIV, thats why other diaseases spread among Prep users that practice bareback sex.