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"Damn, young fella," he said real low, "I ain't never seen
nothin' like that, and them's some real hangers you got
there, too. Now, I ain't no queer, so maybe there's bigger
stuff around, but not that I would know."
He got up and looked me in the eye. "Never touched another
man before, myself,' he said, "but I always wondered what
it would be like. You ain't never gonna tell nobody, are
you, boy?"
"No, sir, I swear."
"Go over there and close the door," he said, and when I
went back he touched the tip with his big paw and drew it
back quick like he got a shock. "Shit, I never thought
about that," he grinned. "Reckon that's what they call
pre-cum. I get that way, too, when I'm ready to fuck.
Hey, I'm pretty horny, bub. Ya get like that out on the
four-lane, thinkin' about what ya gonna get at the end of
the run. I was gonna ride that gal all night."
I looked down at his crotch. That cantaloupe had uncurled
and stood dang near as tall as mine, but not quite, I am
proud to say. His balls were hairy, all right, like
everywhere else on his mountainous body. I never saw
anything more beautiful in my life. I remember my grade
school teacher used to say, "If Mohammed don't come to the
mountain, the mountain will come to him," and danged if I
didn't see now what she meant. I never would have gone out
and found this guy, but somethin' sure brought him to me.
This was the way it was supposed to be.
He touched me again, but this time he didn't pull away.
I could feel my sticky-wet pre-cum on his fingertips when
he stroked along the shaft.
"Feels kinda soft, not hard after all," he said, "like a
woman's slip, like satin, I guess. Whew, I got me a
three-hand grip," and he put one hand in front of the other
as if he was climbin' a rope. God, it felt good! Might not
have felt hard to him, but it felt like a stone hangin'
there to me. Real gentle he stroked along the full length,
then kinda pulled me by it across the room, stooping to pick
up the straight razor on the way.
"Lie down, boy," he ordered me. "We gonna trim that thing and
take a real good look." He went into the bathroom and came
out with a lather can and a wet towel. "Put your feet up on
the bed and spread your knees."
Nothing in my whole life ever felt so good as him rubbin'
the lather in. My dick stood like a flagpole and waved back
and forth while he shaved around the base. When he got done,
he still crouched down on his knees on the floor by the
side of the bed and looked at me. I'd pulled a pillow under
my head so he was about at eye level and between us stood
my cock.
"You swear by all that's holy, you ain't NEVER gonna tell
nobody about this?" he asked. I shook my head. "Close your
eyes," he said, "I don't want nobody watchin' what I'm
gonna do." I did what he asked and directly the softest,
warmest, wettest sensation swept down over my dick. I
gripped the bedspread with my fists. I opened my eyes just
to slits and saw his head bobbin' up and down like a kid at
a Halloween party bobbin' for apples only my apples hung
down low out of reach. He kinda gagged the deeper he took
it in his throat and finally came up for air. "Sorry, kid,
but I was afraid you'd cum. Don't want to get any of that
stuff in my mouth. Hey, you do me."
He lay down beside me the opposite way, with his feet above
my head, and his stiff prick banged against my cheek. It
smelled a little funky, but I was so excited I didn't care.
I took the tip in my mouth and found that he, too, was
dribbling pre-cum. I took the tip between my lips and sucked
all the little drops out till it was dry then I took it in
past my teeth and into my throat all the way down. I didn't
gag once. Damn, I was a cocksucker! Never gave much thought
to the meaning of the word. Just somethin' guys called each
other and didn't mean a thing except they're pissed. Now I
understood. Now it was a good word. Now it meant me.
I bore down on that thing and never let up. I rolled Beau
over on his back. I was feeling emotions I never felt before.
I was sucking some guy's dick and loving it! The gals I
watched through the spyglass holes almost never did this,
but when they did it was kinda lappy and prissy like some
poodle dog licking it's own ass. Not me. I drove that thing
into me full shaft. No playing around.
My prick banged against my stomach I was so hot, and I felt
warm drops of pre-cum shaking loose against my navel. Once
I put a finger in there. It was like school paste we used to
make out of flour and water. I got bolder. My fingers
squeezed his balls. He sighed and seemed to like it. I
squeezed harder. "More!" he whispered. "Real tight! Real
hard!" So I did till I thought they would burst open. The
harder I pulled and squeezed, the hotter he got. He grabbed
my head and jammed it down all the way and I felt his belly
heave against my nose then Hot Springs! Yeah, like the
spring on the mountain bubbling like shotgun pellets down
my throat, on the lid of my mouth, flooding my teeth,
pumping out on my tongue. Fucking rocket to the moon!
I fell away from him then and landed on my back. My hips
were pushing against thin air, my dick thrusting into space.
Something crazy was happening in my balls. Ol' Beau rose up
over me, looking from down there like the hairy mountain of
a man he was. I was almost out of my mind. I guess it was
with lust. He looked down at me. "You ain't never tellin'
nobody, ya hear!"
Wild-eyed, he settled his body on my cock and sank down full
weight till it couldn't sink no more. Since I had no hair
around there, I felt him right to the skin. I even felt his
asshole pulled tight as a drum around the bottom of the shaft.
He groaned. His fist went to his mouth. I swear to God he
bit down till he drew blood. I saw the whites of his eyes when
the pupils rolled back. "That big cock is rubbing my gland!
Oh, damn, I'm gonna cum!"
He dropped back on his hands. His belly heaved. His dick
bounced and shot a tremendous ball of cum I saw hit the
ceiling. He groaned again like he was gonna die. I grabbed
his dick and pumped it. As the juices ran over my fingers,
I felt the cum rising through my tube. Hot Springs!
I burst inside him. Another rocket to the moon! Lift off!
Fly, baby, fly!
Well, we flew all right. Right off the fuckin' bed when my
Pa burst through the door. "You hurtin' my son?" he yelled,
firing his shotgun in the air. Poor ol' Beau liked to shit
snatchin' up his clothes and racing out the door. The last
I seen of him he let loose the brakes and started up that
semi rollin' down the hill bound for Asheville or wherever
he could get away fastest from Pa.
I tell you, he looked so funny on the run across the gravel
with that big hairy butt swingin' from side to side that my
Pa and me near died laughin', and I swear to God, Pa ain't
never said nothin' about it from that day to this.
He's a good ol' guy, my Pa. He goes all the way to this
adult bookstore in Asheville once a week now and brings me
back a new bear movie to set and watch. Him and I, we
sometimes jack off together, me lookin' at the movie and
him gettin' a kick outta me shootin' my Dick Junior at the
stars.
The End
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