Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 05:38:42 -0400 From: Rocco Talespinner Subject: Vince's Erotic Adventures, Part I: An Unforgettable Day at the Farm [WARNING: Read this one only if you can accept bestiality as as aspect of male sex.] I grew up fast. From age thirteen, when I first detected hair emerging on my chest it was only a matter of months before a pelt of curly dark hair covered my pecs and abs and ran in a thick treasure trail down to my rapidly thickening bush. Equally, my voice changed to a resonant bass, while the whiskers on my face required daily shaving to meet the grooming standard expected in those days at my school. My penis and ball sac grew enough that the bulge showed in the crotch of my jeans and I was aware that people often took note of it. Along with this physical maturity I assumed the strikingly manly manner that was standard in my family and even developed a macho swagger. Needless to say I enjoyed observing this spectacle taking place as I looked at myself nude each day in the full-length mirror in the bathroom, fondling my cock and watching it get hard. Later, furtively in the dark, I liked making it squirt cum, smelling, then tasting, my seed. Not surprisingly this development was also observed in my extended family, where the men began to treat me as one among them rather than as a boy. Yet our differences in age also set me apart and the palpable sensuality of my newly acquired virility aroused in them reactions normally addressed to a budding young woman. An uncle -- sometimes married and sometimes not (he changed partners a lot) -- who lived nearby managed as often as he could to clap me on the back, squeeze a shoulder, feel a bicep, punch my abs, and even yank the back of my jeans to pull what he called a wedgie. Since in the natural course of things I was around him a good deal at his place, one thing gradually led to another. This could happen without my parents knowing because they were often away with their jobs and his house was only a brief walk away. Before long he was exploring my crotch and had me exploring his. And before the year was out I was regularly sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. By the next year he was fucking me, eventually several times a week, and I came to enjoy it, even crave it. Although decidedly masculine when out and about, in his lair I became increasingly submissive. Manly in public, I became his pussy slut bitch when we were naked together. Between wives he was never careful about hygiene, so he usually carried the full gamut of man smells -- ripe pits, musky crotch, and feral cock odor -- and I came to associate these strong man scents with the pleasure of sex. To this day ripe man smells inflame me to passionate lust, causing an instant erection. I loved all the stuff he made me do, such as sucking his toes, tonguing his ass, licking his pits, licking his cock clean after he fucked me, and even drinking from the tap. I absolutely loved being used and abused, his grunting and groaning and his sweaty rough fucking. In time I began swiveling my hips for him to give him more friction, moaning and groaning, and learned how to tighten my ass muscles to milk his cock. Sometimes he had another man on hand and I had to do whatever that guy might want. Or together they would spit-roast me or insert both their cocks in my asshole. So as my teen years unfolded I got used to putting out without limit and performing while being watched. I could never get enough and at fifteen took on an older cousin as well . And even though at thirteen I began to get pussy from girls and loved that too, it could never take the place of cock. Man-sex occupied my thoughts day and night, waking and sleeping, even when I was supposedly concentrating on studies and other serious matters. I existed in a virtual dream world of cock and cum. Which brings me to this . . . . . It is a late-summer day, shortly before I am to go off to college, when my uncle announces that he has arranged for us to go see a farmer he knows, and there will be some interesting surprises for me. Before we set out he gives me instructions: don't shave, wear a wifebeater, short cutoffs with nothing under, and work boots with big wool socks, topped off by a red bandana sweatband. From long experience he does not have to remind me to clean out my ass with an enema, since any occasion with my uncle is bound to involve sex. I admit I am somewhat apprehensive but also intrigued, so I willingly go along. When we arrive, there are four pickup trucks parked in the driveway and front yard. The farmer comes out to meet us. A tanned muscular man in overalls and no shirt, sporting a two-day stubble, I recognize in him a likely desirable partner. He invites us into the house and there I see four other men, all strapping alpha males. Since I am by far the youngest there I recognize that I am going to be the center of attention. My uncle introduces me as the pussy of the day and then tells me to strip. I am way embarrassed to be naked in front of all these guys, but then they begin to strip also. Meanwhile more vehicles are pulling up in the yard and two more men come in. OMG, I think, am I gonna have to service all these guys? But then something else happens that completely diverts my concern. The farmer, having disappeared into another room, comes back leading an enormous dog, a Rottweiler, straining on its leash. "This is gonna be for you, stud." he announces. I'm terrified. I am scared of dogs anyhow, but this creature could be a killer. I look at my uncle in horror, but he just shrugs and says, "OK, this is one of your surprises. He's not gonna hurt you and you'll end up liking what he'll do to you. So get down on this mat, in the doggie position," he chuckles, as the pun arouses laughter all around, "and let him get himself a piece of ass." Someone throws me a hoodie and tells me to put it on so the dog won't scratch me with his front paws when he mounts me. As the dog is led around behind me I am shaking with terror, but I don't dare defy my uncle, especially in front of all these guys, and so I do as I am told. The dog comes up behind me and begins licking my asshole and instinctively knows it's for fucking. Within seconds he's on me, growling, even nipping at the hoodie with his teeth, and pressing his penis against my asshole. Somebody reaches down and rubs my anus with lube and a good thing, too, because the dogs stiff cock then breaches my ass-ring. Long, thin, and curved in a single spiral, it feels like a snake crawling into my ass chute. But that is just the beginning, because the penile knot that fixes a dog's cock in a bitch's pussy until it reaches climax presses through my sphincter. I let out an involuntary cry of pain, but the dog just growls and the men just howl with laughter. Only then does the real fucking begin. It's like having a jackhammer in my ass. Once I am used to it I have to admit that in a weird sort of way it feels good and I arch my back and push my ass back against the dog's cock. I feel so ashamed being watched, yet the guys egg me on, cheering when I swivel my butt. He responds with greater fervor and the speed of his thrusts gives my ass an intensity of sensation that I haven't experienced with human cocks. He's so powerful I realize I can't do anything that would stop him. On and on it goes and I begin to wonder how all this is to end, how long will it take a big dog to cum. As the men around me are cheering, I 'm not sure whether it is for me or the Rottie. Then, all of a sudden two things seem to happen at once. The dog growls, thrusting in a frenzy, and obviously shoots his load deep inside me. The other is a loud crash. Mainly I am just gratified to have this over, even though I kinda liked it too. But then I become more aware of what is going on around me and only then do I learn that one of the men has become so excited he has bumped into an end-table and knocked it over, breaking the lamp that sat on it. The farmer, who has been absorbed in the spectacle of the dog fucking me, becomes very angry and starts shouting. He wants everyone out of the house -- but not to leave. Rather, we are all to proceed to the barn and continue there. So here we are, eight adult men and a teen, walking naked (except for my hoodie, sweat band, and work boots) across the barnyard. Inside, we are directed to a large stall with lots of hay on the floor and stacked around. And somehow this gig is supposed to continue, but I don't know yet just how. I soon find out, though, because one of the men has brought his own Rottweiler and within a matter of moments I am being fucked by another dog, getting another snakelike canine penis and another big load of dog cum. And after that, as if it is not enough, a different guy leads in his huge Doberman. Being knotted by two Rottweilers is one thing, but a Doberman's cock is something else, thick and long and slick, with a bigger knot. It is almost like being fucked by a giant. When he mounts me and humps I feel totally powerless to do anything but submit. When he knots me the pain takes my breath away. The guys just hoot and holler. But as he fucks me I get used to it and then like it quite a lot, even swiveling my ass to show how pussy I am for him. When he shoots his load, I can feel it; then my ass is leaking dog cum big time. Although I have reached the point in my life where I sometimes think I can never get too much cock, three big dogs in a row have given me a workout like nothing I have ever experienced before, more than adequate for one day. Adequate, that is, until I discover that the canine part has been just the appetizer of this carnal feast. For now, I come to understand, I am to service all these men, the farmer, my uncle, and the six guests. And after witnessing the bizarre dog fucks they are all fired up to get a piece of ass themselves. What happens then makes me kinda hazy in my mind, because so much is happening at once and in so many different ways. One guy is feeding me cock and another is fucking me and then I'm licking off his cock while another is already pumping my ass. Talk about feeling pussy. These guys are all such macho studs, hung, hairy, and loaded -- plus the man smells are so strong it seems as if you could cut he air with a knife. Meanwhile, there is a running commentary among them on the proceedings, especially with them calling me all the humiliating names men reserve for taunting faggots. I am getting tired jaws and a sore rectum, but truth to tell I am so deliriously happy, servicing these men any way they want, that I don't care about tired or sore. It takes awhile, but they all fuck me and leave their seed in my butt. Cum is seeping out in a stream and running down the inner side of my thighs. Then they take me outside, make me kneel and they all piss on me. I drink a good bit of it. You'd think by now they'd be getting bored by the whole thing, after having to wait their turn, and would be ready for something else. Amazingly, though, they still aren't through with me. Back to the hay lined stall, they stand around taking turns for a second round of fucking. It takes longer this time, but eventually all have shot cum in my ass again. Having started in mid-morning, it is now mid-afternoon. Frankly I am getting hungry and thirsty. But no, here is my uncle offering them a third round. Only three take him up on that, although one of them is my favorite of the whole bunch, hugely muscular, hairy, and crazy hung. The last to fuck me, he rams my ass so hard I can feel my bones rattle. He gets almost ready to blow and then stops until the sensation subsides and starts up again, edging over and over, as if he doesn't ever want to call it a day. I am almost numb with ecstasy. Finally I feel him trembling and with a loud roar he shoots his wad -- and so do I. He falls full weight on me, sweaty and exhausted. Meanwhile, as all this has been happening the others have been taking off one by one. I've been hearing their pickups fire up and then take off down the road. Even the farmer has gone back into his house. So when this dude get off me he whacks me hard on the fanny and then makes a beeline inside for his clothes. My uncle leads me outside and turns a hose on me, to clean off the stench of men and the ooze of cum. The water is freakin' cold, but it feels good after all I've been through. I dry off soon in the late summer air and we go into the house to gather our clothes. After that we say our goodbyes to the farmer and drive away. As we speed down the dirt road my uncle looks at me and grins, "That farm was something else, hunh?"