Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 11:04:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Busted, Part Two: The Back Forty

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Dad hadn't said much all morning, but there was a certain twinkle in his
eye and a mischievous grin on his rugged, handsome face whenever he caught
our eye. Me and Billy had raced through our chores, and when Dad announced
to Mom that the three of us were going to go take a look at the old barn
and not to expect us until dinner, we were practically jumping out of our
skins with excitement. Billy beat me to the middle seat next to Dad in the
truck, and almost immediately was throwing wood in his jeans. He blushed,
hard, but Dad just chuckled, ran his big paw up my kid bro's inner thigh
and gave his bulge a friendly squeeze.

Even with the blush spreading all over his cute face, Billy looked pleased
as hell, sandwiched between Dad's big, brawny body and mine. When Dad slid
his arm along the back of the bench seat behind his neck, I thought the kid
was gonna cum in his pants. When Dad's big hand grazed the back of my neck,
his thick thumb rubbing real lightly up and down the nape of my neck as we
bumped down the road, I thought I might do the same.

When we got to the barn, I don't know what came over Billy and me, but even
with all we'd done with Dad last night, the kissing and the touching and
the stroking and shooting our loads with him, we were almost shy, a little
nervous. Dad picked up on it as we followed him inside kinda sheepishly.

"C'mere, men" he said, and pulled us both into his big body, wrapping those
thick arms round us to hug us close to him on either side. He gave us a
slow smile, then leaned in and kissed us each in turn, nice and soft and
slow. Warming us up real easily, trading back and forth from our lips as we
throbbed hard against his thick thighs, his big hands slowly wandering over
our backs, then down to cup our asses in our jeans.

"Come on, let me show you where me and my brothers used to play."

It was warm and fragrant up in the hayloft. There was still a bunch of hay
up here, and a neatly folded blanket beside the bales, and - holy shit - a
bottle of lube. I guess Dad had been making preparations early this
morning, while me and Billy slept. The idea of that, that he was just as
excited for this as us, had my pulse pounding, all the way down through my
cock. Dad saw the look on my face and grinned, then pulled me into him and
kissed me, slow and deep and long, his thick tongue sliding expertly into
my mouth to draw mine out. I grunted into his mouth and got a deeper one
from him in return, and when he finally let up on me to give Billy his
turn, I felt a little dazed. Billy's whimpers as Dad made out with him kept
me in the moment, though, and I started to tug my T-shirt up and off,
feeling Dad's eyes on me as he tongue-dipped on my little bro.

"Yeah, good boy, Craiger," he said, and his old nickname for me had me
blushing and smiling, tingling inside and out. He was tugging up on Billy's
shirt now, revealing my kid bro's smooth, firm-muscled young body. The kid
had a perfect build already, one that was gonna get even better, and I
stepped in to run my hand up his warm, smooth back, making him shiver as he
leaned over to kiss me, Dad's hands coming in to trail over our bare skin
as he watched us make out. For him, and for each other.

We turned to Dad and started unbuttoning his shirt, and he just stood back
and let us unveil him, those thick, beefy muscles of his, hardened by
decades of farm work and thickened with time, dusted with thick brown hair
that glowed almost gold in the light coming up from below. He was amazing,
rubbing the backs of our necks encouragingly as we tackled his belt, and
then the buttons of his jeans, already straining with the hard mass of his
thick, powerful cock. Yeah, we'd seen it, seen him in all his glory last
night, but it was even more exciting now, doing it again. He was wearing
white FTL briefs, and he made them look amazing, clinging to the high, hard
mounds of his ass, bulging with that paternal cock. He grunted
appreciatively as we touched the length of his bulge - tentatively, then
with more confidence - before bringing us in tight again to kiss us, long
thick swabs of his tongue in our mouths.

"Let's get these jeans off you, boys," he growled, tugging on them, and the
three of us worked together to get them open and down and off, Dad's paws
slipping inside the open flies to rub our own epic bulges while he made out
with us. Taking his time to appreciate us as we got down to our undies,
then ran our hands over the thick hairiness of his big torso.

"You boys said you weren't fuckin' yet," Dad said when we all came up for
air. "That somethin' y'all want to get into?"

"Oh yeah," Billy said almost dreamily, making Dad and me chuckle. Billy
blushed, then shrugged and grinned that sunny smile of his at us.

I just nodded, at him then at Dad. Yeah, I wanted to get into fucking. To
fuck, and to be fucked. My best bud Carter Dean had managed to get an inch
or two of his cock inside of me, one night after practice this summer, but
then he'd started shooting and it had been all over. I think he was too
embarrassed to try again, at least for now. All that had done was make the
itch inside of me worse. And as much as I wanted to slip my length up
inside Billy - he could take a couple of my fingers, especially if I was
slurping away on his hard prick at the same time - I really wanted to feel
Dad's big piece up inside of me. Scratching that itch good.

Dad's thick fingers were strumming up and down the cracks of our asses now
as he warmed us up with more of his amazing kissing. He'd pause every so
often to suck on a finger, or have us do it for him, and then slip it back,
rubbing it around and near, and then closer and closer, to our holes. It
felt amazing. I loved playing with myself down there, my finger exploring
the fairly new, fine hair I had down there. I knew Billy was crazy for it
too.

"Let me show you fellas how to warm your buddy up," Dad said in that low,
husky voice, and then he was slipping around Billy's back, and crouching
down, sliding his hand down my kid bro's body and making him shiver.

Even more when Dad buried his face between Billy's glutes, grunting with
satisfaction as he nuzzled and lapped at my bro's trench.

"Holy shit, Craig..." Billy moaned, clutching my upper arms as Dad started
going to town on him. We'd tried a little of that, but I guess I needed to
get better, because he was kind of going to pieces with Dad's skilled work
on him.

"Get on down here, Craiger," Dad said, the bristles of his goatee looking a
little shiny. "This is gonna be a job for you. I don't think it should be
me who gets his cherry, not as tight as he his. So step on up to the plate
and show your bro some love, son."

"I can take you, Dad!" Billy said eagerly. I looked down at the thick,
solid piece of hard dick Dad was sporting, and I knew the kid's eyes were
bigger than his stomach, so to speak.

"I know you will, buddy," Dad said, giving his firm ass a friendly
squeeze. "Soon enough," he grinned, and winked up at him.

"Soon enough." Damn, this was gonna be a good day.

I sank to my knees next to him, let him hold Billy's amazing ass open for
me, and then I went in, tasting Dad's spit and a little of Billy's sweat,
and a little of Billy himself, and then a whole lot of him.

"Yeah, good job, bud," Dad said, trailing his fingers up and down my
back. "Really taste him. Let him feel you in him. That's where your cock's
gonna be real soon. Show him how good it's gonna be."

With Dad's coaching, I really worked Billy's hole, and I knew I'd been
right all along about how much I was gonna love eating ass. I could've gone
on like that forever, or until my tongue and jaw gave out, but Dad's hand
rubbing the back of my head brought me up out of it.

"Plenty of time for that later, son. Your brother needs more of you now."

It was almost like a ceremony, the way Dad slowly lubed up my throbbing
dick real carefully, and then Billy's hole. But it was warm, too. We were
family, doing something we loved, with people we loved. The way Dad lay
alongside Billy on the blanket on top of the hay bales, kissing him slow
and deep and wet as he fingered more lube up inside of him, it was
beautiful. And then he stepped back up to me, wrapped his beefy forearm
round my back, and drew me in close.

"He's all yours, Craiger," he said, then laid a slow, deep, probing kiss on
me. "Do me proud, son."

Then Dad pushed my ass forward, and I climbed up to be with my little
bro. I slid my hands up his hard, athletic thighs, Billy spreading them as
he grinned up at me. The same kind of look he always gave me when we
played, the look that said he loved this more than anything else in the
whole world, and he was glad to be sharing it with me. This fucking kid, I
loved him.

I thought about all the porn I'd watched, thought about the clumsy way
Carter Dean had tried this with me in the back of his mom's Durango. With
Dad's eyes on me, Billy's hands sliding up my arms to my pecs as we kissed
deep, I felt the responsibility of getting this right, kinda heavy on my
shoulders.

Billy was super-tight against the head of my cock, all slick and wet with
lube and my precum. Even with all the play and the lube, he was still tight
as a drum. But unlike most other times with my fingers, he opened up more
easily to me this time. I slipped him some more of my tongue, felt his
strong arms squeeze tighter around me, and then he loosened up a little
more, and I was really inside my little bro.

"Holy shit!" I hissed, and heard Dad chuckle.

"You're hooked now," he said, and gave my ass an encouraging squeeze.

Billy was a real trooper, a little uncomfortable at first, his hands
clenching the strain of my biceps, but he literally gritted his teeth and
went with it. He was a determined little dude, and right now he was
determined to let his big bro cop his cherry. And then it felt like he
broke through a wall, or maybe I did inside of him, because he started to
loosen up, started to smile, started to enjoy it. Just like I was.

Nah - I was loving it. I'd never felt anything like it. Carter Dean's big
brother had a Fleshlight stashed away in his room, and while Bryce was away
at college we'd played with it, and that had been cool, but Billy, shit -
Billy was amazing. So tight and hot inside, a living thing, not a piece of
plastic or rubber or whatever. Flesh and blood, and sweat and skin, and
shiny eyes and soft little moans. His lips parted, I saw the pink gleam of
his tongue as I thrust up into him, and then I had to kiss him, and I found
my hips really taking over. I started to fuck him with all the self-control
a teenager usually has, which meant I could feel my cum boiling inside me,
ready to blow, within a minute. I tried to hold it off as long as I could,
but then Billy moaned "Ah Craigy" and I was done for.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Dad!" I yelled, and he just nodded at me and I was
shooting. I could feel the sweat popping out all over me as I blew an epic
load inside Billy, clutching his hips as he moaned up at me, matching
mine. As awesome as this felt, I hated that I couldn't make it last longer
for him, so he could cum with me.

I guess I didn't need to worry about that so much. His dick had gone pretty
soft when I first put mine inside of him, but it had made its way back to
nearly full hardness as I fucked my way further up into him, once he broke
through that wall. Now he wrapped his hand around it and started a furious
stroke, locking eyes with me, his abs crunching real nicely, pecs standing
proud as his mouth dropped open, hand a blur as it pulled a real nice big
load out of him. I could feel his hole clenching around me, and that was
about enough to get me going back to full hard again.

"Damn, nice job, men," Dad said, one hand squeezing Billy's heaving pec,
the other my shoulder. "A real good start."

His big paw slipped down my sweaty back, down over my hip to the flare of
my ass. I'd been playing rec baseball all summer, and not that I was vain
or anything, but I knew I had a nice ass. Carter Dean had said so. Dad sure
seemed to think so, the way he cupped it, squeezed it, and then I felt the
bristles of his goatee and the soft press of his lips to my neck. Soft and
prickly and driving me slowly nuts. His hand growing more intent as he
fondled the hard muscle of my ass.

"A good start," he said again. "But that's just half the job, am I right,
men?"

One of the big things Dad had always taught us was never to leave a job
half-finished. He meant to teach us some more about that today, me in
particular. Dad grazed those thick fingers of his through the sweat in the
small of my back, then strummed slowly down into my crack as he grinned at
me. I felt my insides clench up a little with nerves, but my cock throbbed
too. I guess your dick never lies. Dad's big dick throbbed, curved upright,
a bead of precum pearling in the tip. His sure wasn't.