Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2016 22:36:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Carolina Cornhole Diary  Part Two

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Carolina Cornhole Diary Part Two


"I'm sure your back ready to hear `bout the cornholin', so I'll get right
to it.  Might as well start with the last boy to come up from town, his
name was Leroy.

I could see him comin' up from the holler.  He was being cautious, stopping
every few yards, like a young buck in uncertain territory.  I let him get a
little closer.

He was dressed like most Carolina high school boys round here; a t-shirt
with either a car, beer or gun logo, Leroy had a local gun shop on his,
camo shorts, and above ankle work boots, no socks.  His cap?  Number 88.

He was built like I like `em, had some meat on his bones.  The boys I favor
might be called chunky or husky, they got muscle but still have some of
their "puppy fat."  Seein' as I hadn't taken care of my needs in over a
day, I felt a "developing" interest and an immediate wet spot in my drawers
watching as the teen galumphed his way clumsily uphill.

I stepped out when he was about ten yards from gettin' near the ridge.

"Whatcher doin' up here boy?"

"You Mr. Yarborough?"

"Might be.  Who might'n you be?"

"Leroy Wilkins."

"Well, Leroy Wilkins, you didn't answer my question.  What'chya want around
here?"

"I want get some ...," he hesitated for a second, "... some of your corn
squeezin's."

"You ain't old enough to be drinkin' boy."

"Am too!  Me and my friends drink beers out in the woods all the time."

"Corn liquor ain't beer boy."

"I brought money.  Twenty dollars."

"Don't need twenty dollars," I stated with a finality that silenced the
teen for the moment.

"I ... I might be able to offer up ... somethin' else ..."

I wasn't surprised.  High school boys could get beer and store bought
liquor easy enough, they didn't have to venture out into the woods to get
liquor to get drunk.

"I'm listening ..."

The boy took a breath and started in.

"Well, I know Tommy ... Tommy Reardon?  Well, more his brother Jack ... but
anyways ... I know Tommy has been out here, his brother told me and I know
that Tommy ... Well, uh ... Well, Tommy likes gettin', well, you know
... cornholed and, well ... I, uh, thought that ... uh, maybe, uh, you
know, maybe I could do what Tommy did for some squeezin's."

The boy stood waiting.  I could tell he was wanting one thing more than the
other.

"Well, Leroy," I said real slow, "You been doin' any cornholin' yourself?"

The boy dropped his eyes.

"Well, me an' Jack, you know, kinda fool around."

"So ... You ain't no virgin, huh?"

"N-no, no sir."

"Well, Leroy, seein' as you came all this way; I'm prepared to accept your
terms.  You get a goodly taste of my whiskey after, and only after, I get
my end of the bargain.  Deal?"

"Yeah, it's a deal," the teen said quietly.

"Let's get to it then.  Come on up."

The teenager clambered up the rest of the rise. I gestured him over to a
nearby birch, "We'll use this one right heah."

Leanin' on a tree would hold the boy steady once I got to workin' his ass.

"Get them pants undone and let me see that teen cock of yours."

I reckoned since Leroy was bold enough to come'a askin' for it he probably
had a cock to be proud of.  Still, I could see the boy was right nervous;
he fumbled around some getting' his top button loose.  When he dropped his
drawers I could see he had a fair-sized cock hangin' below his belly.  His
balls were not totally fuzzed and none of his hair had spread to his plump
thighs. He was still a tender one and I licked my lips a little at the
sight.

The boy shifted uneasily being on display.

"I'm gonna let you get a look at it first, boy," I said as I started to
undo my Levi's, "It'll give you a chance to change your mind."

Leroy watched intently as I dug down for my cock. I flopped it out.

The teen gave a slight gasp. I chuckled to myself.  After a couple of long
seconds, Leroy looked up.  I knew that look on the boy's face, I had seen
it half of my life – a little scared but wantin' it more.  It wasn't the
only proof; the boy's pecker filled out and rose in a set of jerks, like
crankin' an engine up on a hoist.

"You might want'a get it wet some before ..."

I moved a step or two forward.  The boy went down on his bare knees in the
Carolina soil.  My rising cock, foreskin jes' pullin' back, drizzled a
thin, clear strand at the end of string that sparkled in the afternoon sun.
I took off the boy's cap.  The sight of the boy's peach fuzz atop his upper
lip was enough to get me hard all by itself.

"Go on.  Suck it."  It was permission more than an order.  I hefted my
member up, offering.

Leroy took a moment to soak in the purest image of a man, mere inches away,
before putting the swelling head to his lips; they pushed forward in a
perfect pursed circle.  I couldn't stifle a groan of pleasure.

"Uhh."

I dropped Leroy's cap.  My cock pulsed at the silky sensations.  I ran my
rough, calloused hands through the boy's hair as he eagerly worked my
engorging shaft. The wet sounds of his need and desire galvanized my legs
and hips with an animal ache for cornholin' some ass.

Pushing against well-rounded shoulders, I pulled my swollen manhood from
Leroy's mouth.  The boy looked up, through long damp lashes, slack-jawed.
My sloppy cock jutted forth.

"Get on up."

I held out my hand.  Leroy rose unsteadily, his shorts still bunched around
his ankles.

"Take that t-shirt off, boy."

The teenager pulled the cotton garment over head.  What was revealed - the
generous, soft folds of flesh and the portly, round fullness of the dimpled
fat about the boy's waist – hardened my cock and tightened my balls.  I
felt a poundin' in my head as I feasted my eyes.

"God damn," I muttered to myself at the picture.

Leroy stood, looking anxious.  I didn't want to keep him, or me, waiting.

"C'mon."

I stepped up to the husky teen, his pupils wide, his cheeks flushed.  I
could feel the sex heat radiating from his body as I turned him toward the
birch.

"Grab on that tree real good."

The boy leaned and put both hands against the trunk, bending him over
enough to show his thick back and the fullness of his ample buttocks that
had filled out his britches.  My cock was throbbin' for it.

I came in intimately close.  I put my arms around Leroy's chest. The tip of
my erection brushed lightly against the lad.

"You ready boy?" I whispered in his ear, my hot breath on his neck, while I
eased my hands down to the rounded girth of teen's belly and gave a
squeeze.

"Y-yeah," came the trepid reply.

I went and slid my fingers down Leroy's crack.  He moaned from my touch.

"Nnnhh!"

This boy was heated up real good.  I've had `em come from fingering `em
before and this boy had all the signs.  I found his pucker with the tips of
my two fingers.  It was creamy dirty.  Carolina boys ...

"Ohh ..."

I pushed the hot, puffy flesh, wiggling against the tense contracted
muscle.  This got me a deeper moan.

"Ihhnn!"

I stood up, dropping my jeans and shorts down below my knees.

"Spread those legs, boy."

Leroy did the best he could with his shorts tangled around his boots.

I pulled the boy's plump cheeks apart to get a good look at his hole.  It
weren't as eased up as I thought.  I guessed he wasn't getting ass fucked
regular but I wasn't too concerned, a boy with a wide ass like Leroy's
could take a cock, I knew that from experience.

I took my two fingers, gave them a real good coatin' of spit, and pressed
them to Leroy's backside.

"Ohh!" he gasped as I pushed in past his clamping anus.

"Feel good, boy?"

I smeared his cleft and gave his boyhole a right good working over.

"Oh ... Mister Yarborough!"

The teen's excitement had my boner full-on sprung but I wanted to loosen
the boy's hole more, make it easier for him to take my rod.  I pulled my
two fingers free and immediately pushed three of my scrunched fingertips
back into the boy's hot anus.

"Uhhn!"

"Jes' relax, Leroy."

The boy was pantin' real hard.  It was time.

"Step out of them shorts."

The teen kicked at the camo fabric bunched at his feet, his smooth haunches
shook enticingly.  It took a few tries but he got one work-booted foot out
of both his shorts and drawers.  That was enough for me.  I sped the
process along.

"Hold that tree good now."

Before putting my cockhead to the boy's opening, I skinned back revealing
the broad purple head.  I always enjoyed givin' a good look before
entering.

I pressed forward.

"Uh ... Oh ... Ohh!"

The ring started to stretch.  Steady pressure.

"Ohhh!  Mister ... Mister Yarborough!"

"Jes' let it in," I soothed.

Leroy's head went back, his neck muscles showing the strain.  The boy
sputtered as he tried to take my cock.

"I ... I can't ..."

The boy was desperate but I didn't pay no mind.  I felt his anus slowly
spread, little by little, as my stout cockhead pushed in.

"Ohh!  Ohhh!"

Suddenly, it gave and, in an instant, four inches went home before hanging
up on the thickest part of my cock.  That was enough.  My snakehead hit the
boy's prostate and Leroy immediately blew his load.

"Innhh!  Innhh!  Innhhh!"

I could feel Leroy's spasms gripping and releasing as he spilled his
fragrant seed on the forest floor.  He wriggled like a dog getting
scratched jes' right.  As the boy's anal pulsations diminished, I gave a
small thrust to trigger another agonizing twinge of his prostate.

"Uhhngh!"

"Now it's time to earn that taste of whiskey, boy!"

I steadily pushed the rest of my cock into the teen's rectum.

"Please ... Unngh! ... Mister ... Mister Yarborough ... Ohhh!"

"Deal's a deal, boy."

The boy whimpered like naughty puppy.

Now, I'll have you to know I don't want to hurt the boys who come around
looking to be cornholed but unless they had some experience takin' a big
cock, and most of them haven't, they can't help bein' overwhelmed the first
time or two `til they get used to it. Once they do, well, let's just say
them that want it come around more than deer to a salt lick.

I massaged the boy's neck and back to calm him some. I gave Leroy a little
time to adjust before takin' my pleasure.

And my pleasures were many - bein' in the woods, light fallin' between the
trees, seein' the boys smooth and full, their soft rounded bottoms pressing
to my crotch, warm assholes yielding, full of my hard cock, running my
hands over their stocky torsos, their ample bellies a handful.  Then
... the smells of nature all around, the scent of the boy, a man, the sex;
mixing together in the isolated quiet of the Carolina Hills. And, the
sounds ...

I began by barely bumping the boy's bottom, my cock lodged tight.

"Uh," the barest breath.

More now, gently pushing, just hard enough that Leroy had to grasp the tree
to resist.

"Uh ... Uhh ..."

The boy's moans underwent a change; from those of painful distress to those
of desirous lust.

"Ohh ... Ohhh ..."

A building but still slow rhythm.  The boy bounced more and more, his ring
moving back and forth, in and out, encircling the base of my pecker, until
the tension broke and Leroy could slide freely.

"Ihhnn!"

"That's it, boy," I coaxed, "Talk to me."

I held Leroy's hips as I drove my cock a little deeper each time.

"Oh ... Oh ..."

I took the boy; I took him with increasingly determined thrusts.

"Oh ... Oh, God ... Mister Yarborough."

I had the boy talkin' now, talkin' with my cock.

"Uhh ... Is this what you want, boy?"

"Oh, oh yes!"

I went at it harder, driven by manly urges.

"Get it, Leroy.  C'mon and get it!"

The boy moved his ass, backing against me, wanting cock.

"Ohhh!  Ohhh!"

His moans got me goin,' I was grunting real good myself now from the fiery
sensations of hammering the boy's ass.

"Hunhh!  Hunnh!"

"Ohh, Gawd!  Mr. Yar ... bu ... bu ... borough!"

Leroy was taking all I could give; I had him shakin' like jelly.  The boy's
ass was open wide but still a tight fit.  I could give him long or short
strokes.

Abruptly, I halted. Then, pulling back slow, I gave the boy's bountiful
buttocks a playful, stinging slap.

"Oh!"

"You like that, Leroy?"

All I heard was a shameless moan.

"You ready for some hard fuckin' now?"

I didn't wait for a response, I just started poundin'.

Hard as iron, I burned hot with rutting lust.  I could smell the smells of
the woods mixed with boy ass.  I reached down, feeling for the teen's
stiffened shaft in the shaking, corpulent flesh of the teen's inner thighs.
Finding it, I ran my fingers up to his sticky glans for a smear of Leroy's
sperm.  This rough touch brought forth a painful, lusty groan from the
teenager.

"Uuggh!"

I raised my hand from between his sweaty thighs and brought the
semen-smeared fingertips to my flaring nostrils.  The heady mixture of
fresh teen sperm blended with the perfume left from fingering the boy's
asshole.

I reared up like an animal.  The pressure of my penetrating phallus had the
boy calling out like a repentant sinner at a tent revival.

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Mister ... Mister Yarb-b-buh ... row!"

"We ain't done yet."

I gave long, full thrusts.  Slipperier now, the boy's anus had loosened
right good, that and the sweat dripping down his back and into his crack
let me ride him like a greased pig at the county fair.

"Uh ... Uhh ... Mister ... Uhhh ..."

"You ready to shoot agin', boy?"

"Uhhh ..."

I reached around and grabbed the teen's slimy cockhead with my left hand
and massaged it like a pitcher scuffing in a new ball.  Leroy had really
never gone soft.  He came again, hard.

"Oh!  Shit! ... I'm coming!"

The boy's cry rang out along the ridge.  His back muscles tensed like a
bucking mule.  I held his neck with my right hand and unloaded my spunk,
urged on by the impact of Leroy's beefy thighs on mine.  My hollers of lust
followed his.

"Ungghhh!  Uhh!  Oh, fuck boy!  Yeah!  That's it."

I rode him hard, my thrusts goin' irregular as I busted my nut.  Finally
spent, I held myself up, half against the scratchy bark with one hand and
half leanin' on the teen's back, as I caught my breath.  We panted in
unison for a several long moments before I rose up with a final grunt of
satisfaction.

I let my cock slide out as slow as I could let it.  It flopped free and I
stood back a little to take a look at the boy's plowed hole, I could see
the pink chute beyond the swollen purple of the boy's dilated anus.  It
looked well fucked and I knew the boy would be sore for a day or two.

"Well, Leroy, I think you earned yourself that sip of whiskey," I said as I
gave my slimy cock a wipe from base to tip with my circled thumb and
forefinger, "Pull up your pants while I get us a jar over yonder."

I tucked myself away in my drawers. Leroy stood up, looking dazed and
worn-out.  He weren't too steady on his feet trying to get his underwear
and shorts up.  I knew the boy's first sip of whiskey would clear his head
right fast.  I went to fetch a jar while Leroy put his t-shirt back on.

After spinning the top off, I held the jar up for the boy to taste.  The
smell of corn liquor filled the air.

"Jes' take a little sip at first."

I knew what was comin'.

Leroy got him a good whiff of the `shine, that cleared his head some and
then, wavering for a moment, he did what all boys do with their first sip
– cough and splutter like they had drunk gasoline.  I waited for the
coughing fit to die down.

"Some have a taste for it and some don't."

Leroy wiped his mouth but not his waterin' eyes.

"Don't blame ya none if'n you don't take a likin' to it."

"It's okay, I guess."

The boy didn't sound too convincing.

"Rather keep your twenty dollars?"

"Yeah."

"I thought so."

There was a pause.  I screwed the top back on the jar.

"Hey, even if you don't want any squeezin's, if'n you want to come by and
chew the fat some afternoon you're welcome to come by the shop after
school. I enjoy the company now and then."

I gave the boy a welcoming pat on the back.

"O-okay, Mister Yarborough."

"Well, Leroy, I gotta get back to work. But like I said, don't be a
stranger."

"Okay, Mister Yarborough."

"You go back down the holler the way you came, heah?  You don't want to be
headin' over the Northwest Ridge now, that's the Kaiser boys' and you don't
want to run across them in these here woods."

"Yes sir, Mister Yarborough.  Don't want to come `cross them!"

"Good.  And Leroy?"

"Yes sir?"

"Don't be forgettin' to pick up your cap.  You don't want anyone to think
you ain't a Carolina boy!"

"Yes sir, Mister Yarborough, don't want that!"

I watched the boy head off.  I could see he was a bit tender when he
stooped to get his cap.  A wave and a smile before he went over the ridge.
I knew he got what he came for.

And Leroy came by for it again, but it weren't fer' whiskey!

Well, that's a backwoods cornholin' tale.  I got me a bunch of `em but they
pretty much end the same.  If you want more, well, the tale of the Reardon
brothers is a good one.  Leroy don't know but Tommy weren't the only
Reardon brother to visit me."


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