Well Hung Stud
by F.W. Love


FOREWORD 

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. 


THE END
