Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 15:20:52 -0800 (PST) From: Dick Cannon Subject: Baling Hay - Chapter 5 Baling Hay - Chapter 5 (Usual disclaimer applies) This is a work of fiction. by Dick Cannon (dickcannontn@yahoo.com) When Bill, Mike and Andy heard the voice, they immediately whipped around, startled and probably a little afraid of just who had caught us fucking in the barn. Because the shadow had said "Dad" and given the size and the stature of the silhouette, I knew it to be Clark. Apparently, the situation had caught Bill off-guard because he didn't command control. "Shit, Dad," Clark continued saying in a calm voice. "I had no idea you and Andy were messin' around, and much less, the Patrick boys." I was mortified. I had no idea where he was going with this. In my fantasies, he would have joined us, but now he just seemed like he was going to bust us wide open. The others were still hadn't moved. Erections had deflated and hung dejectedly against their nutsacks. Andy, Mike and I exchanged glances, but Bill kept his eyes on his oldest son. "I wonder what their daddy'd say if he knew you were fucking them," Clark sneered. After a pregnant pause, Bill bolted across the shed toward Clark. He realized that his father was coming after him and he took off into the rain and the barnyard. Although Clark had a headstart, Bill was gaining on him fast, running naked through the mud. The chase only lasted 30 seconds or so before Bill dove at Clark from the behind and they crumpled into the mud and the rain. Bill flipped Clark over and straddled his chest, pinning him in the barnyard. The rain continued to beat down. "Well, well, well. Just when you thought you were getting too big for your britches," Bill said, "it seems like your old man can still take you down." The two got to their feet with Bill still managing control over Clark, pushing, pulling and dragging him toward the shed. Clark was shouting at his dad, and struggling. They were soaking wet and covered with mud. Mud was matted into the hair in Bill's crotch and chest. "Andy, find me some rope," Bill ordered, seeming a little angry. He pushed Clark over to the downspout where water was still pouring through. Andy quickly returned with rope and tossed it to his dad. "Mike, you think you can help me with Clark here? He had to be a big smart man and now he's all dirty. So he needs a bath." Bill took the rope and tied Clark's wrists to hooks on opposite walls, directly under the running rainwater, while Mike bearhugged Clark from the rear, holding him in place. Oddly enough, Clark wasn't struggling that much, but it was making a pretty good show. Once Clark was tied, Bill produced the bar of soap he had earlier. "Soap and a rope," Bill laughed at his little joke. "Whatcha think, Clark? Is it bathtime?" "You're out of your fucking mind, old man," Clark's words were drowned out by the torrents of water flowing out of the ceiling. "So help me God, I'm going to kick your ass!" Bill ripped off Clark's filthy t-shirt, and stuffed the tattered fragments into his eldest son's mouth. "Could you just shut the fuck up for just a second and let Daddy give you a bath?" The t-shirt gone, Clark's chest was revealed, and it was much like Mike's. Nicely shaped. Not overdone. Brown with a patch of dark brown hair spreading from the center, across the pecs and circling around the pink nipples. And one slim ray of hair slipped across his stomach, around his navel and then disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Bill stepped behind his son, reached under the outstretched arms and began swirling the bar of soap through the hair on his chest, massaging the nipples into tiny pink nubs. Bill whispered into Clark's ear but we couldn't hear what was said. Soap suds ran in rivers through the hair on his torso and were soaked up by his jeans. Mike, Andy and I stood by watching. My own penis was starting to inflate again. Andy was already hard, and was idly stroking his cock, not intensely but just enjoying watch his father bathe his brother. "These pants have got to go or else I can't get you completely clean," Bill said. Clark struggled more against the bonds but it was futile. Bill cupped his hands around Clark's trim waist and slid around until he could unsnap them. Unsnapped, Bill moved his hands a little further south and felt Clark's cock through the denim. "Oh boy, look at that, Clark," Bill said, "You're getting a stiffy. Are you enjoying Daddy's bath?" Sure enough, the outline of Clark's rising cock could be seen through the wet jeans. Bill finished unzipping Clark's jeans, spreading wide the fly and revealing where his happy trail had descended to. A think unruly bush of brown pubic hair, and the delightful pink of where shaft met body. The soaked denim was a little unmanageable but Bill was able to peel them over his son's thighs. He reached into Clark's crotch and lifted the balls forward, freeing them and causing his eight-inch cock to fully jut forward toward the rafters. "Oh yeah," Bill moaned in Clark's ear. "There's my boy's cock. My boy's hard, and he's big too. Does this feel good, Clark? Do you like it? Do you like having your daddy's hand wrapped around your cock?" Bill was moving his soapy hand along the length of his son's pecker. Although Clark couldn't speak, his body language was speaking volumes. He rolled his head back against his father's shoulder, and pushed his hips out to give his dad full access to his cock and balls. Bill's hands were roaming all over his son's body. One hand pinched nipples while the other tugged at balls. One hand tugged at balls while the other stroked cock. "Can you feel that, Clark? That's your daddy's dick pushing against your sweet ass. I bet you're feeling so good, you want to feel Daddy's dick deep inside your ass, fucking you just like a girl. Or maybe it's a virgin ass and it needs to be opened up a little." Bill's right hand left Clark's nipples and then Clark moaned as Bill's index finger entered his tight pucker. Clark swiveled his hips back against his dad's hand. Andy had dropped before Mike, eagerly sucking cock, spreading Mike's asscheeks to sink his own finger deep inside Mike's freshly-fucked hole. "Looks like your brother is a cocksucker," Bill said. "He sucks a mean cock, and seeing how tight your little ass is, I bet you'll make mean fuck. Can't wait to bury my daddy dick in my boy's ass and fuck him hard until I shoot the same stuff that made him way up in his motherfuckin' bowels." Bill looked away and noticed me standing, slowly stroking my cock. "Danny, you look lonesome. Won't Andy and your brother let you play with them? Me and Clark will let you play with us. I bet Clark would even let you suck his dick." Clark for the first time locked eyes with me, and even though his mouth was stuffed with t-shirt, I could tell he smiled and nodded. The rain was starting to let up, and the shower had slowed to only a trickle. I knelt in the puddle that Clark was standing in. His cock hung heavy in my face. I grasped it and pulled to my mouth, spying Bill between Clark's legs now sliding three fingers in and out of his son's gaping ass. Apparently Bill was prodding Clark's prostate because gobs of precum bubbled up to his dickhole and oozed onto my waiting tongue. Clark started fucking my mouth, sliding his meat deep into my throat while pulling away from his father's fingers, and as he pulled the bulbous head of his prick to my lips, he impaled himself on Bill's hand. "I think that ass is ready now, boy," Bill said, replacing his finger with his cock. As I continued to bob my head up and down on Clark's prong, I kept an eye on his face, and watched him grimace as his father pushed the tip of his cock in his ass, prying open the asslips and sliding in past the sphincter. I was rewarded with a massive spurt of precum. I was joined by Andy who knelt to share his brother's cock. Clark slid his meat back and forth between our opens mouths and our tongues wrestled all along the shaft. Bill was really fucking Clark's ass now and his balls were slapping against Clark's. Mike stepped up and went cockhead-to-cockhead with Clark so that we could easily slide between the two older brothers. Clark's big fat cock was dripping endlessly and was smearing his precum all over the head of Mike's prick. At last, Mike took the gag from Clark's mouth so that he could enjoy a deep throat tongue kiss. They were really going at it, and Clark was moaning around Mike's tongue from the fucking he was receiving. Mike was fisting the hell out of his meat, slippery with our spit and Clark's own cocklube. Suddenly, Mike started to spew again and wad after wad of cum gushed from the purple head of his and landed on Clark's crotch, and if not on his crotch, then spraying my and Andy's faces. Andy and I went to work cleaning Mike's cock, and sucking the jism from Clark's bush, licking and lapping at my brother's sweet juice. Clark's ass was being slammed by Bill and with the gag removed, he was quite vocal, moaning and shouting. "OH FUCK YEAH DAD! FUCK THIS BOY'S ASS! FUCK ME HARD! YEAH FUCK IT HARD! FUCK MY NUT OFF!." Despite the violent movements of Clark's hips, Andy managed to clamp his mouth around his older brother's meat, just as he started to unload. Cum shot across Andy's left cheek. The second shot landed squarely on his tongue. The cockcannon fired shot after shot down Andy's throat. Then it was our turn. While I was licking Clark's load from Andy's face and lips, we jerked our own cocks in rhythm, eventually shooting cum rockets on each other and letting the last trickles drip on Clark's hairy feet and toes. While Andy was sucking the cum from his brother's feet, their father delivered a final thrust to Clark's ass, depositing a hard-earned volley of cum against the young man's prostate. Bill pulled Clark against his burly chest while his cock finished shooting. When he finished, he grunted, shuddered and pulled his cock from his son's asshole with a juicy pop. From my angle, I could see a slight bit of Bill's delicious cum ooze from his hole and I rescued it with the tip of my tongue, savoring the bittersweet tang of ass, sweat and cum. Bill released the ropes from Clark's wrists and his tired arms flopped to his sides. "What did you think, son?" "Just like I remembered, Dad. Hasn't changed a bit." "Not a bit?" "Well, maybe just better." * * * What did you think? 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