Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 19:36:37 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Hitting the Trifecta Again, for any of you that may not recognize my name or style, if you are offended by any non-missionary position nonheterosexual tales of sexual activity find something else to read. This story, while just a snapshot of one day in life will certainly contain items that you will not find in your local paper. If you have any comments, good or bad, send them to cbru@gmail.com Hitting the Trifecta The summer after I got out of seventh grade my grandfather had some physical problems that put him in the hospital for an extended stay. My father was too busy with his own jobs to look after the farm and none of his other children were around so I was elected to do some minor work that would keep the place from falling to pieces and being overrun with weeds and kids looking for a place to party. After a week of dropping me off every morning on his way to work my father decided that I should stay at the house where my grandfather lived with my dog to keep out unwanted visitors. It wasn't much of a house, but when the heat reached ninety-five outside the basement of that house barely went over seventy. So in a way being away from my sisters, mother and father and staying there was a treat, their house had no cooling and sitting the way in did seldom even got a nice breeze. Having taken me as his bitch, Griff had decided that he didn't need to allow anyone else close to him, so he had become a good watchdog. He kept away people and animals, as far as he was concerned no one else could have my ass. As big and furry as he was he couldn't stand being out in the heat with me too much, so in the heat of the day he would plop down on the cool concrete floor of the basement and wait for me to return from doing whatever chores I needed to do that day. By that time in my life my grandfather was getting pretty old, and had sold most of the farm to a developer that had been building houses on the cleared land for six or seven years, leaving copses among the development so the city folks thought they had moved to the country. The land my grandfather still owned was separated from the development by a stretch of trees that was probably a thousand yards thick, so I seldom had to worry about visitors when I was in the fields. I enjoyed that, after two years of sucking dick and drinking piss every day at school I didn't want to see anyone, especially teenaged boys. You'd think a thirteen year old would need some companionship, but Griff was enough for me. The day I want to tell you about was a day that marked a transition in my life. I was a slowly developing boy and had not yet experienced a pair of lips around my dick. There were only three hundred boys in the school I attended, but I had sucked more than two hundred of their dicks. Me? No one would give the school cocksucker a blow job. I'm not even sure that I had developed a desire to be sucked yet. I enjoyed going home after school and letting Griff treat me like the bitch I had become and didn't think much about finding another guy to suck me. I had been in a few fights at school to make sure no one else fucked me, I was afraid of what Griff might do if he found human cum in my ass for one thing and I didn't really want any of the guys I knew, except one that had never tried, fucking me. I had heard of male dogs tearing apart bitches that had allowed other males to fuck them. I didn't know if a dog would try that with a human, but I wasn't going to risk it for the few minutes of pleasure I might have felt. I really wanted to let one of my fellow students to take me, but he barely let me suck his dick and had never made me drink his piss. The guy I wanted was the only black guy in the school, his dick was the biggest I'd sucked but it was the smoothest and he came the most. The sun was barely up when my father woke me up. He gave me a list of things he thought I needed to do that day and a bag of donuts that he'd bought for my breakfast. I read over the list after he left, there was nothing new on it, except the fact that he said I should use the tractor to mow some weeds that he had seen the cows weren't able to reach. I knew if I mowed the weeds and grass on those acres that he and I would be moving the fences that weekend, I groaned at the idea of having him around for an entire day. Griff strolled over and stuck his nose between my legs and pushed at my ass, he had mistaken the groan for an invitation to fuck me. I would not have denied him, but I wanted to get done with my chores before it got too hot, he would get to stay in the cool and when I returned he could have me as often as he wanted. As I thought about the opportunity to drive the tractor without either my father or grandfather there to see me I knew that I would enjoy it. My grandfather had an old tractor, I don't know how old but it had a smooth metal seat with a ridge running from the back that was intended to create dips where an adult's butt would fit. I had sat on that seat often enough to know that if I moved it forward as far as possible that ridge would be running between my cheeks, keeping me warmed up for Griff. The first thing I had to do every morning was feed a fawn that my grandfather had adopted. He had shown me how he added some honey to cow's milk and warmed it enough that the fawn suckled like it had found his mother. The doe had been killed a few weeks earlier when it jumped in front of a police car. The cop was his friend and asked my grandfather to try raising the fawn. He was three or four months old and loved to press up against me when I fed him the bottle, I thought that was pretty neat and let him push his head and nose wherever he wanted for a few minutes everytime I fed him, which was three times a day. His cold nose had bumped my balls once or twice, but I hadn't thought much about it, after all I had Griff keeping me satisfied. That morning I must have been coming into my own. With the young buck pushing his head into my crotch and his nose up the leg of my loose shorts I sprang an erection that felt harder and more insistant than any I could recall. My dick was as hard as it gets before I shot when Griff is fucking me. I was looking down at the fawn when I decided that my dick needed some attention. I had jacked off many times when Griff was fucking me and often enough elswhere that dropping my shorts and tugging at my dick wasn't something that was new to me. I wasn't worried about the fawn biting, my fingers had been mistaken for the bottle often enough that I knew he didn't have any teeth yet and was happy to explore something new with his mouth. Saying that makes it sound like I knew what he was going to do, I had no idea. I was inside a slat sided building where my grandfather was holding the fawn, rubbing one hand on the top of his head and behind his ears and slowly stroking my dick with the other hand. Whenever I was in with the fawn I had to keep Griff tied up a few hundred feet away or the deer wouldn't come to me, but with him in the house I didn't have a worry. That morning he was as friendly as ever and after rubbing his nose on my balls completely surprised me by going for my dick like it was the nipple on the milk bottle. He was used to sucking on a nipple that was about four inches long, so when his mouth started sucking on my teenaged five inches he was able to completely engulf my dick in his mouth. For a moment fear overcame desire, I started to go soft. But the feel of the fawn's mouth trying to get milk out of me had me hard again in seconds. I might have been the school cocksucker, but getting done for the first time was a fantastic feeling. That young buck's tongue was softer than my own. I didn't last long as he tried hard to draw out whatever fluid I had. Once I gave him my load I was too sensitive to let him go for a second and replaced my dick with his bottle. As I stood watching him finish his bottle I understood why there were so many boys at my school that returned three or four times a week to stick their dicks in my mouth. I knew that I would let the fawn nurse on me again, obsessive as I am I was thinking about how many times a day I could give him my dick as I drove the tractor to the field I needed to mow. As I stated earlier my grandfather had sold off most of his land and only had enough to keep him busy and fed. He raised a few cows, some corn, hay and a little fruit (besides me). There were two big steers that scared the daylights out of me, when he sold them that winter they weighed over 2500 pounds each. There was a big black Angus cow that was as dumb as she looked, two smaller and younger poled Hereford heifers and a young bull that was one of the heifer's son. I'm not much of a cow person, but I had been there when the bull was created, born and had often been required to feed him. With all that, we had not grown close, but we knew each other and played around when I was bored. For some reason my grandfather had named the young bull Cyrus. I had run my hand over his cock a few times, but he was only a year old and between three and four hundred pounds so there really wasn't that much difference between what he had and the seniors I sucked. I had thought about substituting his cock one weekend when I wanted something to suck, but he moved around too much to allow me to get my head under him. To get to the field I was to mow I had to move two rows of electric barbed-wire fence. Normally we would only have one wire, but Cyrus had decided he liked going under the fence and roaming free. When I had pulled the tractor up to the mower that was left sitting in the pasture the cows had crowded around, probably thinking it was my grandfather. I had a hard time getting hitched up, but I was finally ready to mow. I drove the tractor to the gate and tried chasing the cows that had followed me back far enough that I'd be sure they wouldn't get loose. If those steers got loose it would take me all day to get them back. I figured the cows would all leave the area while I mowed, but I was done and they were all standing in the path leading from that field back to the house. I was hot and tired by the time I'd managed to get the tractor pulled through the gate and the wires reconnected, I dropped my shorts to take a leak and Cyrus ran his thick, raspy tongue across my butt before I could. He was not like Griff running his tongue up and down my slit and forcing his way inside, but he swiped sideways leaving a trail of saliva. I had intended to use my shorts as insulation on the hot metal seat but do the job not wearing anything. I bent over to pick them up and Cyrus swiped me with that rough tongue of his again, this time up and down. I turned around, pissed off and ready to give him a light smack on the head which experience had taught me would send him running. Before I could swat him, he got his tongue between my legs and roughed up my balls. They were somewhat sensitive from getting off an hour and a half earlier and riding on a hot metal seat, but his tongue was no comfort. As rough as his tongue felt I thought he must be sandpapering away the little hair I had. I couldn't move, he had backed me up against the tractor tire and with three more swipes of the roughest tongue I ever felt, got me off. I couldn't believe I had enough cum left in me to shoot over his head, but some cum made it back to the brown hair on his back beyond his fully white head and neck. Cyrus wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't managed to do a back crawl up the tractor tire. I was standing on the platform that held the seat, trying to figure out how to get my shorts when I realized I hadn't had the chance to take the leak that had started the problem. I was no longer interested in being sexual by that time, I was pissed off at Cyrus. I let my waste fly over the tractor tire right on his nose, the first few drops startled him, but he spent the next few minutes licking at his face sopping up my piss. Anytime I'd pissed in the pasture my father had told me to be sure not to hit any food that had been put out for the cows because they wouldn't eat it if I did, watching Cyrus licking up the stream of hot piss hitting him I knew that once again my father had lied to me. I gave up on the idea of getting my shorts. I decided I would retrieve them the next day when I was wearing another pair and Cyrus couldn't getting his tongue on my balls. It wasn't because I didn't want Cyrus to lick me anymore. From where I stood I saw that Cyrus had started to show a greater length of dick than ever before and I was scared that he might try to stick it in me. I shouldn't have worried. Driving back to the house I saw him awkwardly trying to mount one of the heifers, I couldn't be sure which but it was probably his mother as he seemed to do regularrly. I finished up the few other things that could be done before eating lunch and headed up the path to the house. Griff had been ignoring me from the moment I the moment I walked into the house, looking disappointed with me he went to a far corner and lay down by himself. I had gotten so overheated after six hours in the sun that I sat on the cool floor to let the cold seep through my butt cheeks and into the rest of my body. I wasn't cooling as quickly as I thought I should. To get rid of more of the heat I spread my cheeks and sat my ass lips down to kiss the concrete and soon after I lay on my back for a while. It didn't take much longer for me to feel a chill crawling through me. I was used to laying down for an hour or so when I came in for lunch, it had been too hot to go back out and work in the sun for weeks. I went upstairs and heated some Sloppy Joes my mother had sent for my lunch. Griff followed me into the kitchen, I had fed him from my plate often enough that he was hoping for a treat. I'm not the original sloppy Joe, but I made a mess while eating. After my experiences that morning with a deer and and a cow I wondered if Griff was going to be willing to lick up the Sloppy Joe meat and sauce from my crotch. As soon as I opened my legs he dove between them licking at every square inch of flesh his tongue could reach. I was glad that he had stopped pouting and when he stopped for a minute I took the opportunity to stick my dick between his teeth and jowls. I didn't last long poking my dick in his mouth, for the third time that day I enjoyed the feel of an animal getting me off. Holding his head I shot more cum than I had either of the other times, I was happy that my dog was taking my seed just as I took his every other day. Griff and I fell asleep right there by the table, if he tried fucking me I didn't know it. A few hours later I woke the way I fell asleep, with griff's tongue smoothly running over my balls and down to my ass. I had managed to get on my knees and let Griff get behind me when I heard a car pull into the gravel driveway. I didn't know how to get Griff's dick to go down quickly, so I decided to meet whoever was coming at the garage door and leave Griff to take care of himself, fortunately he had not been in me far enough or long enough to get his knot tied inside. Outside sat the police car that had killed the fawn's mother. My grandfather's friend (I really think they were fuck buddies, but that's for another story. The short of it I had gone camping with them, the cop's brother and their kids. The cabin had enough beds for everyone to have their own, but when I woke up the second and third mornings my grandfather and the cop were in the same bed.) We stood talking for a few minutes when the county game ranger pulled into the driveway. The young buck didn't want either of them to get close, but when I went into the shed where he was cowering he ran to me and poked his head between my legs. I stood blushing as they kidded me about the fawn finding a new teat to suckle, I'm not sure they believed my denials, but they didn't try to get me or the fawn to demonstrate for them. By the time they had gotten back in their vehicles and driven off the only thing on my mind was the confort Griff would give me if I went upstairs and undressed. The only thing on his mind was giving me puppies, he only gave my ass one or two swipes of his tongue before he mounted me and one or two thrusts before hitting the hole. I may have hit the trifecta that day with the deer, bull and dog, but Griff was getting the prize.