Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2005 18:11:56 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rick's anal ordeal -19

"Bend over FAGGOT!" ordered Chuck, shoving over a stack of crated produce
in the back of his dad's store.
I knew what I was instore for the moment he called me at home and
demanded I stop by his job on my way into work at Bud's farm. I was still
angry for what he and Willis did to me the other day (nutt fucking me in
my own bed while my mother stood just outside my bedroom door), but I
knew there was precious little I could do about it. Willis and Chuck held
all the cards. If I didn't give in and do as they both demanded, then
there was a very strong possibility that they would go public with my
sexuality, and my involvement with Bud Ryker's dogs. Despite my mother
hearing me get fucked by Chuck and Willis (which was BAD enough), knowing
that I had given myself to 3 canines and a horse would absolute destroy
her and my father. How could I let something like that happen to them?
They were good people, whom never did anything to anyone. They really
deserved a better son.

When I hung up the phone with Chuck, I took a long hot shower, then got
dressed early for work. Mom was sitting downstairs waiting for dad to
come in from work. She heard me come down the steps, and asked where was
I off to before eating dinner. I noticed that she completely avoided eye
contact (she has eversince hearing me get fucked). I told her that I had
to skip dinner, and that I promised Bud that I'd come in early. This
seemed to sit okay with her, as she waved me on while she continued her
knitting.

"Ricky...?" she called, just as I reached the door.

"Yes, mom?" I answered, hoping she wasn't going to bring up the other
day.
She held her breath, as if deciding what to say. Neither of us mentioned
what happened. That even I had expected mom to tell dad everything, but
she didn't. She sat on that information, not really knowing how (or if)
she should bring it up. Dad was an old fashion guy, while he may have
seemed mild mannered, he really was a stickler for old time values.
Neither mom nor I knew how he would handle the news. Would he accept me
as I am? Or would he kick me out of the house, banishing me from his
sights forever?

"...nevermind." said mom, probably asking herself the same exact
questions.
I left the house as fast as I could. I really wasn't ready to sit down
and have a heart to heart with mom either. Like dad, she was old fashion
too. She grew up with "church" values, and a strict, strong, father that
didn't take no mess. I'm sure she had her own gripes with what she heard
coming out of my room. But right now, I didn't have time to worry about
that, Chuck had called with first demand, and I HAD to go answer it.

As I walked into "Grover's Grocers", I saw a couple of neighbors buying
odds and ends. One of them was mrs Talbits, she and my mom often went to
church together on Sundays and baked apple pies for the functions. She
saw me and waved, and I knew instantly that she's be calling mother later
on tonight to tell her that she saw me. Now my mother would know that I
went to Grover's Grocer's, and that I was most likely here to see Chuck.
At the counter was Chuck's dad (mr Grover). He saw me enter, and gave me
a menacing wink when he knew no one was looking. I felt the hairs on the
back of my neck stand up. Mr Grover had made me suck his cock in his back
office the day he heard that I was gay. He face fucked me hard with his
old fat cock, and tried to choke me to death when he shot his thick
tasting cream down my throat. My stomach churned at the thought of
sucking him again. Mr Grover wasn't the most attractive man. He had a
protruding belly (from too much beer), a fat ass, thick black mustache
like Super Mario's Brothers, and was balding down the middle of his
scalp. And to top it off, he smelled of old meat and under arms.

His wink went straight through me like a MacDonald's cheeseburger. I knew
-HE knew- why was there, -to service his son. I saw Chuck in the back of
the store, stocking groceries. I walked up to him just as an older woman
was asking him where they kept their Green Teas. Chuck told her what isle
to look in, then turned to me with a frown.

"What took you so long, asswipe?" he asked, walking off towards the store
room. I followed him through the single swinging door. The room was
stacked with crates of fresh fruits and vegetables, and boxes and boxes
of dry, boxed, and canned goods. To the right of the room was the back
exit leading to the alley where Chuck made me suck his and Luke's dicks,
while to the left was the door leading into his dad's office where mr
Grover made me suck his cock in private. Chuck wasn't even aware that I
had sucked his dad's dick. Mr Grover had made me promise NOT to tell his
son, or else he threatened to tell my dad on me. He said that he and my
father were school buddies from way back, and that my dad would believe
him over me.

Chuck lead me through the small maze of stacked boxes cluttering the
floor. I saw mice scurrying for cover when they saw us coming. I was
afraid I'd step on something squishy, and was looking down at each foot
step when Chuck suddenly grabbed me by the back and roughly pushed me
over a stack of crated produce.

"Bend over FAGGOT!" he exclaimed, tugging at my pants.
I was taken by surprise. I knew Chuck hadn't gone out of his way to be
gentle with me at all, but his aggression really was uncalled for. When I
tried to voice this to him, he quickly shut me up and yanked my pants
down around my ankles. With my ass exposed, I felt him wedging his cock
head up between my dry cheeks.

"Wait...!" I said, tensing up when I felt him pushing at my tiny button.

"I don't have time to wait...I gotta have it NOW!" he said, pushing
harder. I felt his cock head pushing my dry asshole inward. There just
wasn't any way he was going to get that dick in me this way without
ripping my hole and drawing blood.

"Hold it..." I exclaimed, trying to wiggle free. "...we need lubricant!"

"Lubricant?" repeated Chuck, as if it were a foreign word.

"Yes, lubricant. As in grease, oil, KY, Vaseline." I said.

"Oh." he responded, disappearing around a corner, and coming back with a
jar of Crisco Cooking Grease.
He sat the jar beside me, dipped his fingers in, then anointed a generous
amount to my ass crack. Then I felt him nudge his cock head back up to my
hole, and push in. I bit down on my lower lip, knowing that the
penetration would be rough. Chuck pushed straight into me as if I were an
open tunnel specially formed for his cock. He didn't take his time to
open me gently, he just bore his way right into me, resting his balls
against mine.

"OOOooooo yeeeeeeaaahhhhh...." he moaned from behind me as my hole
clamped down on his cock. "I NEEDed this pussy..." he groaned, his cock
tingling with life inside my moist roost.
He pulled back, dragging my asshole out with his dick. Then he pushed
back in, causing my hole to move with him. I was tight. Tighter then
usual, given the circumstances. My asshole was choking Chuck's dick, I
found it nearly impossible to relax and get into the fuck with his dad
and a store full of customer just on the other side of the swinging door.
Chuck gripped my waist, and started fucking me. He jammed his cock in and
out of me, picking up speed and roughness before I even had a chance to
get used to having him in me. The only real comfort I had was in knowing
that he didn't have long to get this fuck IN before his dad would come
looking for him. He didn't have time to play around, so he needed to get
this fuck IN and over with as quick as possible. Which was fine by me.

Chuck's cock felt a bit rougher then before. The first time he had fucked
me, he was getting sloppy seconds from Willis -whom had opened me up
first with HIS load. This time his Chuck's cock was lined only with a
smear of Crisco and nothing else, so I felt every single bump, ridge, and
vein, of his dick going in and out of me.

"Oh YEAH, oh SHIT, oh FUCK, YEAH, take that COCK man, YEAH, OH YEAH, TAKE
IT, TAKE my COCK, DAMN, oh YEAH, FUCK, SHIT this good ass!" he repeated
in my ear over and over, getting hotter by the minute.
My own cock was hard, smacking into the wooden crate I was leaning on. I
felt Chuck's greased hand snake around my waist and latch onto it. I was
surprised that he was touching my dick, but thrilled as well. In all the
fucks I received from Bud and Willis, I didn't recall either ever
touching my dick to help get me off. Chuck however, was starting to
stroke me in the same manner of which he fucked me. His greased hand felt
good. His touch was a little harsh, -as his hands were used to rough
labor, but it didn't distract me any from my appointed task.

"Oh SHIT YEAH Rick, CUM for me! Shoot your load while I'm fucking you! Oh
yeah, that's it, Take me dick, Take my COCK, oh FUCK man, I'm gonna CUM
soon!" he panted, losing more control as his cock started to throb
suddenly.
I knew Chuck couldn't hold out too much longer. My ass was just too
talented for him now that it had been busted so many times by Willis,
Bud, and the dogs. Before he was even ready, his cock started pumping out
loads of fresh cum into my ass. I heard Chuck gasp as sudden in-take of
air, then felt the fireworks explode.

"OOOOOOAAAAHHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, a little too loud while still
stroking my dick. I fired my own load all over the produce, drenching it
in sperm. Chuck continued to stroke me, his hand on automatic as he cock
dumped 2 days worth of cum into me. "Oh FUCK!" I heard him exclaim one
last time as his dick throbs died down to a pulse. The cum from my own
explosion coated his hand, and Chuck used it as further lubricant while
jerking me. "DAMN what a fuck!" he commented, gathering up his strength
to pull out.
He yanked his cock from my hole with one pull of the hips. I yelled when
his cock burst free of me, leaving my asshole a gap. Chuck tucked his
cock back into his pants, and wiped his hands off on his dirty apron.

"Same time tomorrow, faggot. Be HERE, or be OUTTED." he commanded, still
holding all the cards.
Before I could even respond, we heard the swing door open.

"Chuck, get out on the register, I wanna get a smoke." called his dad.

"o...okay, pop!" answered Chuck, nervously. "Hurry up, get dressed...!"
he whispered, afraid his dad would see us from the other side of the
room. I wanted to tell him that his dad knew about us, but decided to let
him suffer instead while I took my time pulling up my pants. "Hurry UP,
man!" he repeated, looking back to see if his dad approached. "Go out the
back door, before he sees you!" he said, pushing me out.
I laughed to myself as Chuck ran nervously back into the store. He saw
himself as a loser in his father's eyes. His dad was a college ball
player, and had hoped for bigger things from his dull wit son. But Chuck
never amounted to the level of play mr Grover was known for. For one
thing, Chuck was lazy. He wanted everything handed to him on a silver
platter. So when he realized that he couldn't just don on a football
uniform and become an instant star, -that it would actually take some
hard work to achieve, he lost interest. Ever since, he's been living in
his daddy's shadow, and never quite living up to the challenge.
Mr Grover was standing outside the back door when I opened it, leaning
against the back wall puffing a cigarette. I'll admit, he startled me.
But it wasn't unexpected.

"uh...hi, mr Grov'." I said, trying to act non-chalant.

"Rick." he said, looking down at me. "I see you came for another visit
with my son."

"Yes, sir." I said, respectfully.

"Did you suck his cock again, or did he fuck you this time?" he asked,
much to my surprise.

"He fucked me." I answered, honestly. Mr Grover dropped his newly lite
cigarette to the ground, then stomped it with his shoe.

"In my office." he simply said, pushing me back inside.
I walked through the dimly lite maze of head high boxes leading to his
office. Once inside, he closed and locked the door, and turned on a
bright over head light. His office was a junked and cluttered as the
store room. There was a single desk (which was packed with order forms,
invoices, files, an old computer, phone numbers, broken items, opened
packages, and other trash), 2 chairs, a couple of filing cabinets, an
over stuffed waste basket, more then a few boxes, and an old 1978 pin up
calendar photo of some blonde haired, big tit, legs spread, shaved pussy
-bared, Penthouse Centerfold.

"Nice, eh?" he asked, noticing me looking at the photo. "That's Miss
August." he informed, day dreamily. "She's the only chick from way back
then, that still gets me UP to this day."
'Definitely too much information!' -I thought

Mr Grover kissed his four fingers, then touched them to the photo
affectionately (THIS from a man that Chuck claimed once beat him
senseless as a child for wetting the bed). Then he untied his apron, and
started to undo his pants. Sensing "like father like son", I figured I
was in for another butt pounding, and began removing my pants without
even being asked to. Me Grover sat down in his chair behind his computer
and waited for me, his half hard penis snaking out across his left thigh.

"I want you to sit on it." he ordered, getting comfortable.
I walked over to him and straddled his legs. Me Grover never lifted a
finger to help me mount him, nor aim his stiffened cock up to my ass. I
reached down under me to grip his cock, then pointed it upward. I aligned
it with my asshole, then slowly sat down on it. The head touched my wet
hole, then pressed in. I gasped softly as his cock head pierced my
opening. The grease and spent cum from his son's earlier load helped to
lube the crown, making it easier to accept him. Once the head was buried,
I slowly descended, taking more of the shaft. My gasps got more intense
as his cock started to stretch me wider. Mr Grover's cock was slightly
bigger then Chuck, so it took me a little more extra time to get it all
up in me. Grover groaned when he felt my ass cheeks come to rest in his
lap. I felt his arms wrap around my stomach, pulling my back to his chest
as we nestled in together.

"OOoooo..." I couldn't help moaning. Slowly I began to churn my hips,
grinding my ass around in his lap. Grover did the same by pushing his
hips upward to churn his cock around in my slick, slimy roost. We were
totally locked together as his dick stretched around in my hole.

"Fuck yourself." was all he whispered into my ear. I did just that by
lifting and lowering my ass on his cock, this rewarded me with shallow
movements which I controlled. Mr Grover merely sat there, allowing me to
dictate how much of his cock I took, and how deeply it probed my body. I
could feel his pudgy belly in my back. He caressed my flat stomach and
hairless chest with his dry rough hands, running them back and forth
across my erect nipples from underneath my shirt.
"Yeah...fuck yourself, kid. Take daddy's cock up your ass."

Encouraged by his dirty talk, I started to ride mr Grover's dick a little
harder. My ass was already becoming accustomed to him, stretching around
the thickest part of his shaft to stroke and massage the bloated muscle.
Chuck's cum slickened his dad's dick, making it much easier to take then
his was. I think mr Grover got off on the idea that he was in the same
ass his son had just creamed in. He kept making references to how his son
had opened me up well, and how wet my cummy ass felt on his dick. He
darted his sloppy wet tongue into my ear, making my skin crawl as he
saturated my ear hole with saliva.

Fucking more intensely, I picked up speed in my hips. Mr G's cock was now
sliding deeper. It was beginning to feel really good up inside me. I was
in the beginning stages of lust all over again. I felt mr G's fingers
pinching my nipples -dually. He tightened his grip on them until they
felt like they were going to "pop" under the pressure. I moaned and
groaned from a pure mixture of agony and ecstasy. The adrenaline was
starting to course through my veins. I felt as if I were pumped up on
Viagra. Mr Grover's dick was hitting that SPOT deep down inside me.

"Yeah, go on, FUCK yourself, kid! Do it! Work that ass up and down on my
dick! Make me cum in that pussy, like you did my son! I can feel his cum
in you! It's running down my cock shaft and into my hairy balls! I can
feel his slimy load coming back out of you! Luckily I've got an even
BIGGER LOAD for that cunt! Do you want it? Do you want me to blow this
load in your ass-pussy? Tell me! Tell me where you want my cum!"

"IN me!" I whispered loudly, becoming horse with lust and desire. I felt
like such a slut. Not 12 hours ago I left Bud's bed, tired and sleepy
after a night of dog sex, which ended with Bud fucking 2 thick load of
his own cum into me. We slept like babies until he fucked me one last
time before heading out to the chicken coop to work. I drove home that
morning before the staff came, with my asshole smiling with Bud's juice.
I told myself that I was "in love" with Bud. Confessing my feelings to
myself made me feel a little better. At least I was starting to be honest
with myself. But NOW here I was with another man's cock stuffed all the
way my anal chute, and all I could think about was how GOOD it felt. If
Bud could see me now, he'd probably fire me too.

Leaving my tortured nipples alone (for the moment), mr G wrapped his arms
around my stomach like a pair of seat belts. As I rode up and down on his
shaft, he started meeting me thrust for thrust, shoving his own hips up
into my plush ass and driving his cock into me. I felt his dick punching
deeper then before, opening me more and more. He placed his legs
in-between my own, then spread them out wider. This brought my feet up
off the floor, and left my anus open to probing at his own pace. Mr G
then started to hump up, the strength of his pelvis slamming into my
buttock, and causing my body to bounce upward. The weight of my lower
body would bring my butt back down into his lap, just as he was humping
up again. Our bodies collided (front and back), causing loud slapping
noises to echo out through the closed room. Mr G's cock would rocket up
into my bowels, making me grunt and groan sharply from the impact.

"Oh please, Oh please..." I gasped, feeling the wind being knocked out of
me. Begging only caused mr Grover to fuck harder. He liked making me
squirm, hearing my moans and groans as he fucked and used my body for his
pleasure. Chuck had nothing on his father when it came to fucking either.
Mr G may not have been the handsomest man in town, nor the best built, or
the smartest, or the most successful, or the best smelling, but he sure
knew how to use his cock for fucking! It was a wonder Chuck didn't have
MORE brothers and sisters.

"Please WHAT?" he tormented, picking up the pace even higher as his
pelvis slapped into me over, and over, and over, and over.

"UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH!" I grunted after each thrust, unable to talk. My
asshole was being ravaged so hard, that I thought the bottom would fall
out of me at any minute.

"Answer me SLUT, please WHAT?"

"CUM!" I cried, my voice vibrating from the motion.

"Cum where, baby? Tell me where you want my load? I'm not going to cum
until I hear you BEG FOR IT!" teased mr G.

"Pleeeeease..." I started as he continued to hammer up into me. "....give
me your CUM! I want it in my ass! I want to feel you shoot it in me! Your
cock's so BIG! I want to make you nutt! I want to make cum so much, that
it shoots out OF my mouth! I want ALL OF YOUR JUICE! ALL OF IT! I want to
feel it in my ass! In my CUNT! Down my throat! On my Face! I want it
Everywhere! All over me! Pleeeease! Give it to me!" I cried out openly.
Mr G loved hearing me go wild for his cock. Somehow (as if possible) I
felt his hips speed up. His cock was like a piston in me. I was locked in
his embrace, and helpless to his lustful thrusts. At this point I really
wasn't trying to get away any way. Mr G pointed out the blonde bimbo from
1978, posted on the wall beside us, -staring at us. He made me look at
her, her big round rock titties, her small trimmed waist, long luscious
legs, and her pink shaved twat. He told me that he was imagining HER cunt
while he fucked mine. That it was HER tits he twisted and molested, not
mine. HER firm ass bouncing into his lap, not mine. And HER cunt he was
about to unload in....

Just then he thrust up with his hips, wedging his thick throbbing cock
into my oiled well. My feet dangled somewhere around his hairy calves. My
legs were still spread wide over his, which left plenty room for his cock
to bury deeply into my hole. There was a brief moment of silence, like
that split second you get just before the hooky player scores that last
second goal at the net. Then all hell broke loose as mr G let out one of
the loudest groans I've ever heard as he planted wave after potent wave
of his heavy seed deep into my already watered garden.

"AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK, KKKIIIIDDDDDDD!!!" I yelled,
loud enough to wake the dead!
I felt a geyser of spouting semen fountain up into me, filling my swollen
rectum with gallons of sperm. My own cock suddenly went off as well, as
my waving untouched cock sprayed rain drops of ball juice all over me,
the desk, and the floor. My asshole closed down and clamped onto mr G's
embedded woody, and wouldn't let go. But after only a minute of recovery
time, mr G pushed me up off his cock.

"We got to get going." he informed, pushing me to my feet. His cock
popped out of my ass with suction. I tightened it immediately, wanting to
keep the juice inside. "Go on, get going!" ordered mr G, rushing me now
that he'd cum.
I threw on my pants and walked out the door. Mr G stayed behind to clean
up. I went out the back door as Chuck requested, then walked around front
to my car. Chuck was still at the front counter, attending customers. I
got into my car, and took off towards Bud's farm. With 2 loads in me
already lubing me, I knew Bud wouldn't have to fuck me to lube me for the
dogs tonight. But as I thought about him being all hot, sweaty, and horny
from working hard on his farm all day, I decided to keep the duel lube
jobs to myself. What was one more fuck before we let the dogs out loose?