Date: Mon, 28 May 2018 23:35:24 +0000 From: Tiao Wu Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 12 This writing contains sexually explicit material, unsuited for readers under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual content, please do not read further. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles someone in your reality is purely coincidental. If you enjoy these stories, please donate to Nifty so that we can continue reading. Feel free to email hjk7359@hotmail.com to give feedback or constructive criticism. Please enjoy. *************************************************************************** Chapter 12 - The Wondrous Life of Sebastian Smalls His hand lurched toward me, seizing my neck. He circled around me, pulling him under the porch, and eventually into his house. With the slam of the swinging screen door, he tossed me to the dirty wooden floor of his shack, as though I was a rag. The farmer reached to a lamp, and switched in on, filling the shack with an amber glow. "Din' I tell you," he said, stepping toward me, water dripping from his body to the floor. "Not t'step foot over here again?" All I could do was stare at his cock. I couldn't bring myself to look away. It was like I was attached to it. "An' here y'are," he growled. With a swift motion, the farmer yanked me by my shirt, the sounds of threads stretching and popping filled the room. "Gettin' my house all wet, makin' a big fuckin' mess," he said, his breath heavy with alcohol and cigars. The farmer lunged toward me, lifting me from between my legs, hoisting me, as though doing a simple bicep curl, and threw me against his sofa. I mostly fell into cushion, but my ankle clanked against the glass of the window. The couch smelled of skin and cigar smoke. I imagined the farmer spending a good amount of down time. With a beastly hand he yanked off my water-logged shoes, whipping the socks stuck to my legs, tossing them to the floor. Like a predator he slashed and clawed at my shirt and pants, ripping them to shreds if it was possible for him to do. All I could do was lay back and let me strip me. Down to my briefs. The farmer slammed my wet clothes to the floor with a loud slump. My lips quivered in fear. Still my eyes were stuck to his dick. Embossed with veins, a golden color with a fiery red tip, enshrouded with a mane of pubic hair that dripped with the humidity. "Y'know," he said stepping closer to me, his dick swinging from side to side with each step. "I oughta jus' call the cops," he said. "Phone don't work," he grumbled. "I oughta kill ya right here, right now," he said. Tears filled my eyes out of fear. "But what good'll that do?" He walked past me, and slumped back down on his couch, which was practically caved in the middle from his sheer size. "Only one way t'teach ya," he said rubbing his hands. "Turn the fuck over," he demanded. As though hypnotized, my legs urged me to step forward. My eyes still not able to look away from his cock. "NOW!!!!!!" the farmer yelled, the small house rumbling with his powerful voice. I flipped over like a leaf in the wind. I glared at the floor, tears welling in my eyes. My erection hooked between two couch cushions, I couldn't get it to go down. No matter how afraid I was. "My daddy hit me..." he started. SMACK "AHHHHHNGH!" I squealed. "Every day 'a my life." SMACK "AHHHHHHHEEEEE!" "Tol' me it'd make me a better man." SMACK "UNNNNNGH!!!" "Tol' me I deserved it." SMACK "GYAAH!" "Tol' me..." SMACK "MMMMPH!" "No one likes a lil pussy." SMACK "Guh....ungh.....mph." "An' when I thinka you." The farmer began peeling my wet briefs off down my waist with one big finger. Eventually, the briefs slid off of the peak of my ass. I took in labored breaths, some of pleasure, some of pain, some of fear. "All I see...is lil pussy." SMACK "AHHHHH!" I screamed as his hand slammed against my bare ass. "No matter how much I screamed for'm t' stop." SMACK "WAHHHHHGNGHHHH!" "Never did." SMACK SMACK "ARRRNGH! NNNNNMPH!" "Not til..." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "UNNGH! UNGH! AHHH! GYAH!" "I stopped screamin'." SMACK "AHHHHHHHNGH!" SMACK "GRRRRRRRMMMPH." I tried crying into the pillow of the couch, to muffle my cries, but-- SMACK "MMMMMMMM!" It didn't work. SMACK "AH!" But eventually... SMACK "MMMMPH!" His hand stopped hurting. "Y'want me to stop?" SMACK "Ungh!" My cries of pain, of whining, were becoming cries of need, of pleasure, of yearning. Short whistles of ecstacy. SMACK "Y-YENGH!" I squeaked. "Go 'head. Tell me t'stop, 'n I'll stop," he coaxed. Holding one of my sore, stinging ass cheeks in his hand. Groping my muscle. My erection planted like a tree into the farmer's couch. "N-nuh," I grumbled. "Don't stop," I pleaded, wagging my ass toward the farmer. Encouraging him to give me more attention to my skin. "Don't stop," I whispered, drool seeping from my lips. "Turn over," he commanded. As I flipped over, my dick flopped against my stomach, my balls aching with a need to shoot a load right here and now. "Knew you were a horny lil fucker," he grumbled. "So you come to my house," he grabbed a cigar from box on an end table, and started lighting it. Sticking the cigar in his mouth he took a deep drag, his chest inflating with smoke. In a steady stream of smoke, he let it rake against my face. As cigar smoke tumbled and danced against my eyes, entered my nose, the noxious flavor of it on my tongue. I was transfixed. As though I would do anything this man told me to do, as if I wasn't already out of control of my lust, anyway. The smoke was hot, almost like the warm hand of something out of this world. "Lookin' for a nut," he finally finished his sentence, his voice raspy with smoke. He stepped closer to me, his cock like a bat hanging from his waist. "But you interrupted me durin' mine," he said. I looked at him longingly, hoping he would say what I wanted him to say. "Take mine. Let me give you mine." "So I hope you have a solution," he said, letting another stream of smoke intoxicate me. I breathed it in thankfully. "I'll suck it," I said, mindlessly. "I'll suck your cock for you." "HA!" the farmer let out a massive laugh. As though what I said was funny. "Fuck you can," he said taking another drag of his cigar. "No one can take this dick," he said gripping it in his hand, shaking it like a police baton. "I-I can," I said confidently. "Tellin' you," he walked closer to me, his dick practically bumping up to my face. Taking his dick in his hand, he thwacked it against my cheeks, my forehead, almost as though he were knighting me. The smell of his cock was making my head reel. My jaw unhinged, my tongue sticking out, ready to accept anything that landed there. Hoping it might be a cock. Instead I felt the rough and leathery texture of a calloused finger, rough with labor and age. The farmer's finger slid quickly into my mouth, and down my throat. The finger itself might have been as large and thick as any dick I might have taken into my mouth before. "Open wide," he said. Then he pushed his finger down my throat, past my tonsils, till his knuckle hit my teeth. I didn't flinch, didn't budge, just let him try to gag me. I knew this had to be a test to see if I really could take his dick. "What's yer name?" he asked, with his finger down my throat. "Sehbahshah," I tried saying. "Don't like that name," he responded. I only could keep my eyes on his cock, swinging inches from me. I could practically taste it, the muskiness of his damp nuts and cock looked delectable. "I'm gon' give you a new fuckin' name," he said twisting his finger in my throat. My throat closed around his joints thankfully. As though anything being shoved down there would have sufficed. "Faggot," he said, scornfully. "That's yer name, now." He stuffed a second finger in my mouth, and I lapped on it gratefully. "What's yer name?" he asked, almost threateningly. This yeti of a man. He had a command on me. A command that I couldn't resist, no matter how afraid I was of him. "WHAT'S YER NAME?" he roared. "F-Fagguh," I said, my mouth stuffed with the farmer's fingers. With a swift pull, the farmer's fingers left my mouth, a strand of drool hanging from his fingertips. "Again," he said, sliding three massive fingers into my mouth. I took them gladly, making sure my teeth didn't scrape them. "FAH-GUH," I gargled. He ripped his fingers from my throat, a wad of drool hit the floor. "You still wanna suck on this, Faggot?" I loved the way he called me that. Chills ran down my shoulders at the sound of his hurtful voice. I laid still on the couch, nodding my head. Hoping that he might jam his cock in his face, and just let my mouth take over. "Faggots always need cocks in their mouths," he grumbled the cigar still bobbing in between his lips. "S'all their good for." I looked at him longingly, my eyes hopeful, as though looking forward to an extra scoop of ice cream. "So open yer mouth, faggot," he spat. I did. I opened my mouth, letting my tongue wag against my bottom lip. With one confident stride, the farmer was upon me. An entire fortress of man and musk, towered over me. His head practically smoldering with cigar smoke. There was no escape. Suddenly, I felt the powerful force of meat slamming the back of my throat. My jaw practically cracked from the pressure of the farmer's dick slamming into my skull. I didn't flinch, pull away, or recoil. I just let him plow his tool into me. The taste was a putrid and intoxicating mixture of sweat, piss, and skin. I devoured him thankfully. Only half of his dick was able to fit into me. Half of his dick was all that my boy mouth was able to accept. "Urrrgh, c'mon, Faggot. Yer gonna have t'do better 'n that," he growled. I couldn't believe it. I had the farmer's dick in my mouth. My tongue ran across his skin, as he pinned me to the couch with his tool. My gangly limbs struggled to support the amount of force and weight pushing in to me. The farmer continued slowly swinging his hips into me. Sometimes his dick would pop out of my mouth and slide against my face, others it would graze my teeth, or crash against my cheek. "C'mon, quit fuckin' around, Faggot," he spat, cigar bouncing in his mouth. "Y'want me t'fuck yer mouth, 'r not?" he taunted. "I," he pulled his dick out of my mouth, "I-I want you to fuck me," I whimpered, nervously. "I want all of it," I said, out of breath. "I want..." before, I could finish, his dick was back in my mouth. He pushed it in as far as he could, holding my head in place. "Take it," he said with grit. He pushed further. Further than I knew I was able to go with any dick, of any size. "Take it," he said again. He pushed further. My eyes widened. "Take it," he said, almost as though he were pronouncing a spell of some kind. Each time he said those words, it's as though my throat would become numb, my jaw muscles like rubber, my lungs inflated with oxygen, as though it were magic. Eventually, the farmer's entire tree trunk of a dick was in my mouth. His balls swallowed my chin. I didn't know how I was doing it. How I was able to stuff this massive cock into any part of me. I still could breathe. I still had room more more, I thought. "Now that I have your attention," the farmer said. His voice seemed different. More articulate. Not the graveling southern bully that I'd remembered. "You're probably wondering," he said. "'How?'" He pushed his dick further into me. "'How am I able to take this entire dick into my mouth? How is it that I'm not choking on this humongous cock?'" My eyes winced. Confusion rattled my brain. "When you first stepped into my domain, I knew that you were a special boy," he continued. "And since then, after giving you a taste of what an orgasm can feel like, I knew that you wouldn't be satisfied." "Am I wrong, Faggot?" he asked, starting to pull his dick away, to which I craned my neck forward, chasing his penis. "I thought so." "MMmmmph," I whined. "I can give you this dick. This cum. But I have to warn you," he said. "Once you drink my seed, you won't be the same." My brow furrowed in confusion. "First, you'll be able to swallow the largest of cocks with ease. Your jaw won't get sore. You won't gag. But your thirst for cum, will be unquenchable." I understood what that was like. My jaw getting sore, my throat holding me back. I also had a taste of what that thirst for cum was like. I knew that feeling. "Second, your ass will be able to take any kind of punishment. Any size. Any amount. One dick. Two dicks. Three dicks. You will be able take it all. But--" I realized that there was a catch to all of this power. "--you will never be satisfied. Even after nine, ten dicks exiting your hole." "And last," he said adjusting his footing, "you will be irresistible to all men who look at you. Should you choose, you can will them to do what you want to you, just with a look. A feeling in your gut. But, you will spend every breath pleasing men. There won't be a day where you will have not received that attention." My eyes fluttered, my throat closed on the farmer's dick. To me that sounded like heaven. If it was true, why would I say no? And who's to say this is even going to work, I thought. "This last clause, is why I live alone." My eyes winced at this. I had so many questions, but due to the massive slab of meat, closing off any form of communication. "You're probably wondering who I am." I nodded my head. "I am a product of sin," he explained, taking a deep breath, his humongous chest lifting and falling. "I became obsessed with the sexual arts. How to please. How to be pleased. I lured women, and some men, back to my father's land." His cock throbbed as it sat lodged in my throat. "I was just a teenager, and nothing I could do to keep me from thinking about sex." I felt his hand on the back of my head. "One day, after a long dry spell," he continued. "I took an older man into the trees, way past the trees. He whined and cried like a little pig. Begging to be fucked. Being so horned up, I couldn't say no." He started pulling his dick away from me. I felt the veins of his dick dragging against my tonsils. The thick spongy tip popping past my uvula like a cork in a bottle. Then his cock pushed his way back into me again. "I didn't say no," he said has he began guiding his cock into me. "As I fucked him, I noticed that it felt better than anything I'd ever felt. It was like his ass was a mouth, giving me head. It felt different, but I couldn't stop." The farmer's mound of pubic hair plugged my nose, but still I felt no pain, no discomfort. I felt like a superhero, The Impeccable Cocksucker. "I emptied one load into him, but my need to fuck him continued. I came in him a second time, and I was instantly ready for more." The farmer's balls knocked against my neck, swinging to and fro. Sweat started to bead against his forehead, dripping onto my cheeks as he continued his story. "I came into him a third time. A fourth time. A fifth time." Five times in one go? I was amazed. He must have been a stud. "Never once had I come five times. I heard my dad shouting from the house, but my dick...it was as if it was stuck in him. I came six, seven, eight times. Still nothing." My heart began to race as I started tasting his pre-cum. It was as though his semen was charged with electricity. Fermented. It stung. Burned. My eyes fumed at the flavor. "Finally he asked me if I was done. I told him I wasn't. He explained that we'd be stuck here all night, and that he needed to head back to his wife and kids." He picked up the pace of his face fucking. I pushed back traveling the seemingly endless journey from the head of his dick to the base. Thankful. Welcoming his cock to my throat. "He then said that he needed to cum. And I realized that he hadn't cum even once. I finally said fine and reached around, jacking off his dick. And he told me to stop. That the only way he could cum was being sucked off. By then I couldn't say no. He let me use him so much." "Mmmmph," I gargled as he continued spritzing light amounts of pre cum down my throat. My eyes were on fire. I felt like the precum was acidic, burning me from the inside. I was a bit afraid of his cum, if this was what his precum was doing to me. "The second my cock left his ass, I could've cried at how badly I wanted it back. I knelt in front of him. Took his dick in my mouth. It didn't take long for him to look me in the eyes, and whisper the words 'Thank you,' before dumping a load that seemed to go on forever down my throat. His cum was piping hot. The smell was noxious, and the taste was savory." I was amazed how well he remembered this story. "I tried pulling away. Tears streamed down my face. Every time I thought he was done, more cum surged down my throat." The farmer pushed his cock down my throat as far as it would go. I rested my jaw around his dick, thankful for his meat. "He said thank you again. Dashed away. Never saw him again." I gulped. "Ever since that day, all of those things I told you," he sniveled. He pulled his dick out of me. My jaw felt a wave of relief and disappointment. I reached for his dick again, wanting it back, like an ice cream cone that's been taken away from me. "That man cursed me. I researched it," he ducked low, practically spatting me in the face. "I had to leave my family. I had to escape. I beat off every fucking day. I lived every day for the past twenty years alone. That man was the Devil, and he poisoned me with his spawn. Impregnated me with demons!" His voice shook with fear, sadness, crazed lust. It was frightening. This man I once feared, spread scary stories about, was now pouring his heart out to me. "I think the only way to break the curse," he said sheepishly, "is for you to drink my cum." He took a deep breath before saying the next part, "And pass the curse on to you. Just like he did to me." My eyes widened. "H-how do you know that'll work?" I asked. I felt bad for him. "I-I don't," he confessed. "I have to try. I have to get rid of this...thing. This feeling in me. I want to live my life. I want to make this farm what my dad would have wanted." I looked at him as his eyes shone with tears. "I'll do anything," he begged. I looked over the farmer. My brain was torn in two. On one hand, I was desperate for sex. On the other, I would have been fine with charging into the rain and just going home. I felt bad for the farmer. But I felt scared for myself. "Please. I'll do anything," he said. I looked into his eyes. At his swinging cock. "Fuck me first," I said. "Then I'll do it." His face melted with relief. He bounced away from the couch that I'd been laying on. This man with etched anger in his brow and eyes, actually smiled with happiness. "Okay. Okay," he bounced with excitement, his cock swung and whipped in the open air. "But it's really important that I don't shoot my load in your ass. You have to drink my orgasm. If I tell you to stop. You have to stop. Promise?" I nodded my head. My hair draped over my eyes. "Promise." "Hope yer ready kid," he said, his voice gruff once again like the voice I'd heard before. My dick shone with precum, eager to get fucked. My ass already loose from my dad pushing his cock into me earlier that day. I knew the curse was possible. Something about the desperation in the farmer's voice. Something about how precise his story was. And if what the farmer was saying was true, then maybe this curse was what I needed to get my dad back. To have him fuck my brains out again. But first, I wanted to feel the full force of the farmer in me before the curse was broken. The farmer took my legs and spread them as though they were thin branches of a tree. My hole damp with rainwater and sweat. The farmer hawked a loogie into his hand, and smacked his mucusy hand against my asshole, causing my body to jolt with pain and pleasure. I felt the farmer's dick, sopping wet with my spit press against my hole. My heart raced eagerly, I practically did the splits wanting to accept the farmer's massive tool. I was ready. Nothing in my mind was allowing me to block this feeling that I was dying to feel. "AhhhhUNGHahahAHHHHH!" my voice sang an opera of pleasure. Inch by inch the farmer's tree trunk of a cock disappeared into me, ripping my ass apart. Like my throat, my hole became ironclad. I was unflinching. I didn't waver. My eyes locked into the farmer's. "UnnghhUNNGHHH!!!!" as the next three inches slid into me, ropes of sperm came surging from my cock. "I-I'm Cuh....GYAAH!" two unexpected quick spurts spritzed my chest and chin. An orgasm in less than thirty seconds. The farmer froze in place, three quarters of his massive python inside of me. "N-no, don't stop, keep fucking me," I begged. "Keep going," I whined. The farmer pushed the remaining inches into me, causing my eyes to roll back into my head, my jaw to drop. My knees quaked. Desperate for more. "Y'sure?" the farmer asked. "F-fuh...yes...yes," I whispered. "Fuck me...fuck me," I growled. The farmer picked up his pace, tugging this rope of a cock in and out of me. "Harder," I whined. "Harder," I craned my hips. Harder is what I got. At first the farmer let me get used to his meaty pillar. At first I felt afraid of his meat. That it was too big. That my ass wasn't supposed to even hold something this big. At first his cock felt like an extension of my spine. Uncomfortable, like a steel rod driving into me. But once the farmer started working his hips, grazing my insides, punching into my prostate like a fist, I knew that I was fine with relinquishing control. Suddenly, I felt that I didn't need to get use to it. I already felt like I was used to it. My intestines, my stomach felt his cock jabbing against them, yet I still begged him to fuck me harder. Cum shot from my dick once more, painting my tight stomach with more of my cum. "UNNNGH KEEP GOING!" I screamed, pounding my fists against the farmer's chest. The farmer continued plowing his massive cock into me, my legs swung like a ragdoll, and I swore that I began to hear the wood in the couch beginning to split and crack. The farmer lifted me from the couch, holding me in his arms, his cock still fitting snug in my hole. My hands reached to the farmer's chest, threading my fingers through his chest hair, still damp from the rain. I pawed at his face, slipping my fingers in his mouth, the farmer only responding with a snarl, resting his teeth on my fingers. Sweat poured from his body, as this animal continued stuffing himself into my hole. I was floating. One second I was suspended in air, and the next my limbs, bones, muscle were shot backward, feeling the euphoric explosion of ecstacy shoot through me. I could feel the farmer's dick like a parasite, filling and writhing into every corner of my bowels. "AGGGGGGH!" cum oozed from my cock once more, the momentum of the farmer's thrust flinging cum against my nose. The farmer carried me over to the couch and took a heavy seat down. "FFFFAHHH!!" I roared. I felt the largest cock on the planet practically jabbing the backs of my eyes. I feared that I would be completely shelled by the end of this. But I almost didn't care. I could put myself back together after a fuck as good as this. "Go on," he encouraged, "ride it, boy," he said with a wry smile. I did as I was told, writhing on this pole of a dick. I wanted him to cum in me, even though he told me not to let him. I bounced on his dick as though it were a pogo stick, filling the room of the farmer's shack with the smacking brilliance of our skin slapping together. "Mmmmphmmmmph," I whimpered exhaustedly, feeling pumped dry, but still jacking off as I greedily buried the farmer's cock into me. "Son, yer gonna have to quit that soon," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. I locked myself in his eyes. A look that said, please don't make me stop. "Ennnngh, l-let...let me cum again," I begged. "P-please," I whined, frantically bouncing on his cock for just a few more seconds. Just to feel his steel cock driving into me. "AHGNNGHH!" cum sprayed between my chest, one drop hanging from my right nipple. "Time t'get off, boy. Off ya go." The farmer lifted me from his cock, with my skeleton surely following close behind. As my feet hit the floor, I fell to my knees directly in front of the farmer with my mouth open. "Give it to me," I whispered. "I'm ready for it." The farmer took to his feet, towering over me. Jacking off, slowly and purposefully. "Listen carefully," he said sternly, his chest jerking and twitching from his arm yanking on his cock. "To undo the curse," he said between fervent breaths. "You have to save forty days worth of cum." Forty days, I thought. "Not having sex, not even jacking off. To prove to the Lord that you have repented for taking this Devil's curse." His hand moved more quickly. "Once you find the person who will carry this punishment, you will empty the seed you've carried in your loins into the bowels of the host. The next day, the curse will take place." My tongue hung from my mouth, eager for his cum, for this curse. To take over the world with my cock and ass. "Once the curse leaves you," he said guiding his cock to my mouth, "you will lose your drive to have sex for the rest of your life." I knew there had to be a surprise. My tongue retreated back into my my mouth in hesitation. A catch. Something to make this not as good as it seemed. But I had to have it. I couldn't see the consequences. I was young. A teenager. I couldn't possibly say no. "I'm gonna cum," he said gruffly, "are you sure?" I nodded. "Th-thank..." he whispered, "Thank you. HUNGH HUNGHHH GRAAHHH!" he roared so loudly the house shook. His cock powered into my mouth, down my throat. The fiery heat of the man's juice scorched my mouth and throat, tasting of salt and lemon. Wad after wad of sperm poured down my throat, my eyes watering as I gulped down each swig of cum. My stomach grew full from the farmer's rich seed. "AGGGH! UNGGGGGGH! RAAAAAGH!" the farmer cried, tears pouring out of his eyes, as a smile crept across his face. One of relief, one of freedom. Finally his balls fell from his shaft, rolling against his thighs like a glistening piece of fruit. The farmer's cock started to retreat from my mouth. My stomach growled as I felt the heavy load that the farmer just deposited in me. I bobbed on the farmer's dick a bit more, causing him to shudder. I made sure to get every drop. Eventually, his softening dick flopped out of my mouth, a tired snake, a deflated balloon. The farmer's legs began to shake, and eventually he fell to the floor, to his hands and knees. "Thirty...years..." he whispered, slightly trembling.. "Thank you," he said again. "I finally feel like I go out into the world again." He looked around his ransacked house, almost as though he was looking at the world through sober eyes for the first time. "Shit," he said in bewilderment. "Gotta lotta work to do." The rain outside finally began to soften a bit to a light drizzle. I stayed squat on the floor, my dick still jerking and pulsing with need. "You gonna be okay?" the farmer looked at me with concern. "I...I uh...yeah," I said, uncertain. "Stand up," he said. I did. The moment I brought myself to my feet, I felt a surge of energy coarse through my veins. Unlike anything I'd ever felt. Like I just drank a cup of coffee, twelve sodas, and was standing in a shower of sparks. "Whoa," I whispered. I looked down at my prick, and it was leaking with pre-cum, as though just from standing I could be brought to orgasm. "Feel that?" he asked. "Y-yeah," I said. "Wh-what is that?" He sighed, "That's the curse." He started finding my damp clothes and handing them to me. "It'll get better. You'll get used that. The first few weeks will be the hardest. It'll be tough to stay focused." "Unngh," I moaned, legs shaking. Staring at the farmer's naked body, I found myself feeling more horny than when I first was snooping at the farmer's door step. "F-fuck," I whispered, looking down at the floor. "I know," he said, backing away. "UNngh," I whined taking my dick in my hand. "Fuck me again," I asked. "Please?" "Can't," he said lifting his totally limp dick. "I'm done," he said. "My life of sex is over." "Ennnngh, can't you try?" I begged. "Sorry, son." The farmer started slipping his clothes back on. "I'm sure you'll find some dick out there. Soon." The way he said that made me think that this curse really was going to give me this power. I could only hope that he was right. "MMmmmmph," after a couple more strokes, cum started oozing from my cock. It was as though my hole had a heartbeat. With each beat, a pulse of cum exited my dick. "Yep," the farmer said matter-of-factly, as though this was something that he'd been through before. "It'll get better." Every movement I made was sensitive. I managed to slip my clothes back on, almost cumming one more time. "You're going to have to learn to control it quick. Think of a phrase to say to yourself that you can use to come back from things." "A phrase?" I asked, in a frustrated moan, zipping up my soaked slacks, slipping on my waterlogged shoes. "Somethin' to remind ya that yer in control," he explained. "Corn flakes." "Huh?" "It's what I ate for breakfast almost everyday. Corn flakes. When I would start to get scared, that the curse was starting to take over, I would say it. It would remind me that I would eat corn flakes the next day, and life would go on," he explained. "Guess I'll think of something," I said, managing to get my shirt back on. After standing in the farmer's shack for a moment in silence. I said, "I guess I'm going to go home now." "Thank you again, son," the farmer said solemnly, with almost a twinge of sympathy. With those words I turned and left through the screen door of the farmer's house, and into the rain. The humid air hit me like a sponge. It was still late, and if I got home right away, I would still be able to get a few hours of sleep. I stepped into the light rain and headed toward the barbed wire fence. My erection still aching in my pants. If only I could just get fucked one more time before bed, I thought. The farmer's cum continued to swirl and digest in my stomach. I felt powerful. Strong. Determined. As I stepped through the barbed wire, I saw the beacon of a flashlight cutting through the night sky, as well as a car with its headlights on. I slid down the concrete walls of the ditch, landing at the bottom of the canyon with a splash. The flashlight zoomed over to me, illuminating my face in the darkness. "Hey!" I heard a voice call from the light. "Who's there?" it was a man with a sharp southern accent. I froze in place, hoping I wasn't in trouble. "It's okay," he said, hoping through the bramble. As he approached me, I saw that he was a police officer. Oh boy, I thought, frightfully. "Are you Sebastian Smalls?" he asked. "Y-yeah," I said nervously. "Ah, thank god," he said, relieved. "C'mon, kid, let's get you home. Your parents have been worried sick about you." He reached his hand out to let me take it. I looked at it. Thought of my erection, and then looked at the officer up and down. It was kind of dark so I couldn't see him too well. With my adjusted eyes, I could tell that he was pretty tall with gangly, twig like arms. His uniform was dark and pressed, with all the tools of a serviceman wrapped around his waist. His face and nose were pink from sunburn. His hand still stretched toward me. "I-I," I thought, "I don't wanna go home," I said. "Sorry, kid. You can't be wandering around at night. You got school tomorrow," he said, trying to be kind, yet firm. I checked him up and down one more time, staring at his waist. He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties. Suddenly, I decided, this would be a great time to test my new supposed abilities. I reached out my hand, and once my hand met his, I pulled him toward me, causing him to fall forward, pressing his body against mine, pinning me against the wall. "H-hey! What're you doin'?" My hand frantically fumbled around his waist, searching for his crotch. A bulge of any kind. When I finally found it--"K-Kid, s-stop that! Stop th...unf," the officer grunted. I wrapped my legs around his waist, dry humping this man of authority. My eyes pierced his like needles, trying out my newfound power. Half afraid that it wasn't going to work, half exhilarated that I might fucked right now, outside in the ditch, by a police officer. My hand that fumbled around his crotch began to feel the firm outline of a stiffening cock. "H-holy shit," the officer grunted, pushing his waist against me, flattening me against the concrete wall, returning the rhythm of my hips. "The hell is this?" he asked, hypnotized and exhilarated and afraid. My fingers slipped between the folds of his fly, unzipping him, and fishing out a sticky cock from the balmy climate of his crotch, letting it flop against my stomach. It was long and thick, rose-colored, cradled by tan-shaded balls, heavy and leathery. I let myself slide down the walls of the concrete ditch so that my face was level with his cock, and scooped it up in my mouth with ease. "Aghh!" the officer barked. "F-fuck," he whined. His dick was salty, delicious, and welcome as I pushed it past my tonsils, without even the slightest gag. Deep-throating this cop, just from initiating things with my hands and my eyes, I knew that this curse was going to work. And it didn't even seem like a curse at all. "Fuck, kid," he said raking his hand through my stringy hair, fucking my skull. "Mmmmph, mmmpph!" I squawked, voice muffled by cock. I wanted to see what was beneath his uniform, so I began to unbutton his shirt. With each unbutton, I saw the soft and youthful body of a man starting to get older. Abs peaked through a soft stomach, a tight chest that was bright red with sunburn, a fuzzy navel that led to a soft tuft of pubic hair that tickled my nose. "Oh fuck, kid," the officer whined. "Yer gonna make me cum," he said with surprise. I moaned in response as a I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, letting him pound his dick into my face, causing my head to bounce against the back of the ditch. "ERrrRRRRGH!" he coughed through a deep moan as cum came surging from his dick. Sweet and tart cum, stacking on top of the meal of the farmer's cum that was already sitting in my stomach. Slowly he pulled his cock from my mouth, spurting a small gob of cum landed on my chin. Rain started to pick up once more, from a drizzle to a soft pour. I grabbed and stroked the cop's cock in my hand, looking in his weary, pleasure and panic stricken eyes. "Wh-what the fuck," the officer said breathlessly, in a daze, as though waking up from a strange dream. I smacked my lips, getting the last few hints of his flavor. His long cock bounced a couple of times, his balls twitching in the confines of his briefs. "Ehh," he grunted in confusion. I sank my mouth around his cock again, tasting his skin and the earthy flavor of rain water. His knees quivered with euphoria, ankles quaking in the growing puddles beneath his feet. I retreated my mouth away from his meat, and whimpering, he pushed himself back into me. My hands rested on his knees. A smile--or what I could make of a smile--crept across my face. Did it work? I had to test him. I left his cock with a 'pop', feeling his legs relax. I leaned back against the concrete ditch letting the rain shower me, letting the water collect in my shirt as it ran down the sides of the concrete ditch. I leaned back just staring at the cop with his dick hanging out, to see what he would do next. He just stood still, bones of jello from his orgasm. Shoulders rising and falling from stupefied breath. The officer blinked out of his daze and walked toward me as though drawn to me like a moth to light. As he approached me, I stuck my leg out and pressed my soggy shoe between his chest, planting a wet muddy print on his chest. "Mmph," he said with a surprised thud. He pushed harder into my leg, reaching his arms toward me like a zombie trying to get to fresh meat. With long arms he reached toward my waist. I gave way with my leg letting him sink toward me, but then I pushed him away again. I smiled at how fun it was. Juggling this officer with my legs. His arms swung at my waist, trying to hook themselves in my fly, but as hard as he reached, I pushed him further away playing with his weight. This man of authority, who could handcuff me and take me to jail, flopped around like a ragdoll as I pushed him away with my legs. I laughed in his face as he moaned stupidly. Finally, a finger hooked into the button of my fly, and like an animal he ripped the metal button from my waist, digging a thumb into my zipper. My dick sprang from my cock, slapping against my shirt, getting pressed by my briefs. "Ha, fuck yeah," the cop hissed. I put my leg down and shook my hips a bit to loosen the pants from my waist. The officer hungrily began groping my genitals with one of his spidery fingers. His fingers gripped my balls, tangling them with my shaft. "Nyeahh!" I squeaked, grinding my waist against his. His hand slipped beneath my soaked shirt, rolling up the fabric, revealing my golden skin, my perky nipples from the cold rain water. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The officer leaned forward and sank his teeth onto my nipples, sending chills down my body. As the cop focused on tasting my chest, my stomach, my nipples, my neck, I shimmied my pants completely off of my legs, leaving me in just my wrinkled shirt and my socks and shoes. The officer kept most of his uniform on still, his stiff cock just swinging from his waist. My eyes rolled in my head as the cop took to pleasuring me, while rain sprinkled on the both of us. Eventually the cop kissed down my navel, finally scooping up my cock in his mouth. "MMMMMPH!" I moaned in surprise. I wrapped my arms around the cop's neck and lifted my legs over his shoulders. The cop supported me so that half my body was in the air. His hands frantically ran across my legs, finally making their way to my tight ass, which he cupped perfectly in the palm of his hands like water. "Mrmmmrmmmm," he groaned, deep throating my cock. I gripped the sides of his waist with my shaking legs. Balling his fists he held the small of my back, causing me to fuck his face with my spry prick. As he held me up, his fingers adventured toward my hole. As I felt the tips of his fingers scraping against my asshole, I moaned to him with encouragement. With a fervent push, the cop started stuffing fingers into my already sopping wet hole. I groaned furiously with lust, needing more. Tossing me and catching me in my arms, he pushed my legs up a bit more, and reached his face toward my asshole. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and lashed against my hole, then he buried his lips, chin, nose, eyes, smothering himself into my hole, worshipping it. My balls shook with pleasure. "UNnnnngh, I want you to fuck me," I growled. "Mmmmmph," he slobbered and spat against my asshole making it slick and wet for his throbbing dick, already needing to bust a second load. "Fuck me, mister," I whined. "Fuck me." Like splitting bamboo, he ran himself against me, his long dick slipping and sliding against my asshole. "Unnnngh, just put it in me," I grunted. "Y'want me to put it in ya?" he asked, almost drunkenly. "Y'want me to fuck ya?" he coaxed. "Yessssngh," I groaned as he pressed his cock against my sopping wet asshole. The cop slid his uniform top off, revealing a charmingly youthful body. I smirked at what I was expecting and how different it was. His body was that of a boy's, despite the very adult armor he wore on him everyday. His nipples were big like pepperoni on his small, yet tough chest. His stomach had the small hint of ab muscles, and a tuft of blond hair that ran to his long dick. Freckles dotted his shoulders, and his long pale arms were pocketed with muscle, but nothing fantastic, like my father. His eyes bore into me like a farmer boy trying to pull a plough. His teeth bared in sexual frustration. Finally, I felt the tip of his dick begin to slide between my ass cheeks. That familiar, initial burning that I'd grown to expect was there, but faint. After housing the farmer's cock for as long as I did, I felt like a baseball bat could have been pushed in me, and I wouldn't be able to feel the difference. I locked eyes with the cop, watching his eyes glazed over, his jaw drop as inch by inch he pressed further into me. A whistle of pleasure escaped his lips. As he pushed into me I squeezed and contracted my ass muscles, massaging his dick, making my hole irresistible. "Hoooo, fuck, kid, your ass is incredible," he said, sinking further and further into me. "Unnngh, keep going," I snarled, feeling his cock rake against my insides. Finally he pressed himself, the entire length of his long dick, a solid eight inches, into me. His jaw hung open, in a stupor at what he was feeling. "Ah...ah..." he coughed, "I'm cumming," he winched. "GAAAAWLL!" he groaned, spit flying from his mouth and onto me face. "Haha, yeah!" I encouraged, feeling my hole fill up with his seed. His eyes squinted and winced as he emptied himself into me. I wound my hips, using my shoulder muscles to push my body against the wall of the ditch, to fuck myself against his dick. The officer's body shook with sensitivity in response. "Hahh...ho...hold on, kid," he shuddered. "Hold on," he said. I didn't stop. I wanted to see how much I could get from him. "Hold on?" I asked, taunting him, teasing him, lifting myself on and off of his cock. "What should I hold on to?" I asked laughing. "H-huh?" he asked, confused. I held onto his arms, bracing myself, grinding my hips on his cock, riding him the best I could. "Unnnngh," he groaned, running his hands against his forehead, causing his officer hat to fall to the ground, splashing in a puddle. His buzzed hair cut made him look even younger than I'd thought. "Ha," he said in a lustful stupor, "Y-yeah, hold on," he said. Then he started fucking me. Really fucking me. Using his meat the way I wanted him to. Driving himself into me. "UNGH. UNGH YEAH!" I squealed, my legs flopping with every pelvic thrust. My cock bounced against my stomach, precum lurching onto my chest when he hit my prostate just right, sending electricity behind my eyeballs. "Fuggg," I groaned, feeling the power of his thrusts rattling my bones. "Fug meeee," I said drunk with lust. The cop taking my orders drove himself into me even more forcefully, testing my will and my stamina. His cock raked my insides, my vision clouding with color, every time he pushed himself into me. Using a free hand, he slapped against my tight ass, sending a splash of rainwater exploding at my side. A fire began to grow in my belly, and my balls squeezed themselves against my shaft. "UNGH. Misterrrr, yer gonna make me cum!" I whined. "HNGGGH, I'm cummin, too, ERRRNGH!" Keeping my hands gripped tightly to the cop's shoulders, as we both sang our song of orgasm. Cum shot from my dick with each of his fierce pelvic thrusts, raining against my stomach. "ERRRRRGH, FUCK YEAH," the officer bellowed, ramming into me, spilling sperm into me. "UNGH, YEAH, YEAHERRRGH, K-KEEP...KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEE," I pleaded, shrill, desperate, as cum continued to spurt from my prick. The cop shook his head in disbelief and followed suit, continuing to pound me, working me through my entire orgasm. Until finally, we both exhaled in relief, the cop shoving his whole cock into me, resting his body against mine. His dick was locked into me, and as long as I held onto it, it belonged to me. The cops breath ran against my ear, his tongue sliding against my neck. His cock slowly began to fall out of my ass, globs of cum spurting from my tightening hole. Two loads worth spilling into the puddles below. My legs slid against the sides of the officer, my angles digging into his waist, his thighs, until finally splashing onto solid ground. The officer looked spent, but I wasn't ready to be done with him. My cock still stood erect. As I regained my footing, I slowly turned around displaying my ass for him, feeling the muscle beneath my hips jiggle and tighten as I moved for him. I shook my ass for him, showing him that piece of meat that I knew he still wanted. "Ffffuck," I heard him growl. "The fuck is happening to me?" he asked incredulously. "Keep going," I whimpered, puckering my ass for him, spreading my legs, ready to accept him once more. As I said those words, I felt the spongy sensation of hard meat pushing into me once more. "AhhhAHNGH!" I squeaked as the cop sank all eight inches into me once more. "GUHHHHHH!" the cop roared into the back of my rainwater soaked hair. Once he was in me, in between my legs, cock crammed in my bowels, there was no stopping him. He was back to plowing me like a teenager, fucking a girl for the first time, unbridled, slapping skin against skin. The rain began to pick up and pour down on us, rain water splashing from my hips. The cop's powerful thrusts sending fiery twinges from behind my balls. My prostate practically brimming with static electricity. "God, this fuckin' ass is incredible," the cop growled from behind me. "Fuckin' incredible," he said, voice quivering. "Could fuck this all night," he said, gripping a piece of my ass in his hand. The cop's cock hooked into me punching my prostate. His hips slapped against my ass, clapping our wet skin together. "UNNNGH!" I whined, spreading my ass further apart, letting his dick drive even deeper into me. Each push sent fireworks into my eyes, my legs began to shake. My face rested against the ditch wall, water cascading down my head, drenching my hair. "C'mere, kid!" The cop yanked my head, furiously pounding me. Each thrust deep, fast, and purposeful. My moppy hair flung to and fro, as our salacious cries filled the night, like cats in an alleyway. "UNNGH! FUCK ME FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!" "GRAAHHHHGH! FUCKIN' TAKE THAT DICK!" I pounded my hands against the ditch wall, as pleasure spread directly from behind my balls, precum dribbling from my dick. I pushed back against the cop's hips, letting his dick drive as powerfully and as forcefully as he wanted. My tiny body jolted and jerked like a ragdoll. Finally, I felt my balls tightening against my shaft, my thighs beginning to shake, and my breath beginning to stifle. "ENgh...fuck...fuck the cum out of me, mister," I whimpered. "I'm...I'm cumming!" I sputtered. Cum flung from my swinging cock, hitting me in the face as well as speckling the wall. "FYAHHHH!" I grunted and groaned as the cop continued pulverizing my cock, giving me the most powerful fuck of my life. "I...I wanna drink the rest of you," I whispered. "Gimme your cum," I hissed, pulling away from him. "Ho...hungh...come...come back..." he whined. I turned squatted down in front of the cop, swooping the cop's cock into my mouth, gulping his skin that tasted of my ass. I bobbed up and down on his cock, rain splattering against my face, drowning out the sounds of the cop's groans. "Yeah, suck me, suck me off. I'm...I'm gonna shoot, kid. I'm gonna cum!" he panted. I stroked and sucked and swallowed anything I could try and taste. "UNNNNGH!" he roared into the night. His twitching dick jerked and spasmed between my jaw, pumping warm sperm down my throat. "Heh...heh," he squawked, partly in misery, partly in euphoria. His hands tangled into my hair. Finally, he fell forward, lodging his entire dick into my neck. My tonsils contracted massaging his still firm shaft, my face pressed against his pubis. "I'm...I'm...exhausted," he said panting. Finally withdrawing his cock, leaving a branch of spit from my lips. His chest heaved as he tried catching his breath, a half-dozen orgasms later. I was tired, too. I could fall asleep right here, satisfied knowing that, as crazy as it seems, the curse was real. It had to be. Unless this cop just really loved jamming his meat into me. "Let's...let's take you home, kid," he said bewildered, shaking his head, cock still swinging firmly from his waist. I did my best slipping my soaked pants back on, and the cop, sheepishly, buttoned himself back up. Getting himself equipped and dressed like before. As we walked out of the ditch, making our way to the police car, my stomach twisted, thinking of all the possibilities. The cashier at the grocery store, fucking me in the walk-in refrigerator. A janitor letting me gum his balls in the maintenance closet. A zookeeper, for all I knew, rimming me behind the giraffe stables. I smiled at the idea. I slumped into the cop's car, my ears bombarded by radio chat and the sound of trickling rain. The police officer, oversexed, exhausted, spoke perfunctorily into his radio. "Found the 10-57," he said. He reclined back into his seat, sighing deeply. He clipped his radio back onto the dashboard. He switched the ignition, and pulled away from the ditch and made our way home. I glanced at the clock that glowed green amongst a series of other lights and signals: 01:24. One in the morning. I was dead. "You can't tell anyone about this," he said, sternly. I stayed silent, wondering if I could use my powers to get him to pull over, just before reaching our house. Get him to stuff me full one more time. "No one. Got it, kid?" "Okay," I said, shivering from the cooling rain. In the silence of our drive home, I continued to speculate on whether or not, I truly had a spell on this man or not. Whether his lust was too strong to keep him from taking me in the ditch, in the pouring rain. I couldn't speculate for long, though. We'd arrived back home. The lights in my house were dark, but as the police car approached the house, the front porch light shot to life. The door swung open and I saw my father storming outside wearing a bathrobe. "Oh man," I grumbled. The police officer saw my father charging toward the car, and instinctively jumped out. "Freeze!" he shouted, pointing a gun at my dad. "I'm his father!" he shouted, emotionally. "His DAD!!" "I don't care who the fuck you are! STOP RIGHT THERE!" he reached into the car, flipping on the lights, causing the night atmosphereapter to strobe and shimmer with red and blue. My heart raced. I was mortified by how much trouble I was going to be in. My dad froze where he was, eyes widened with fury and fear. The officer came around to the passenger side of the cab, and opened the door, letting it swing all the way open, giving my dad a clear view of his son, sitting soaking wet in the car of a cop. "Sebastian!" he yelled. I stayed silent, unsure of what I needed to do. The cop held out his hand, still focusing his attention to my dad. I reached out and grabbed it, and pulled myself out of the car. Thunder rumbled in the distance as I made my way out of the car. The officer held my hand still, protective. My dad just stood dumbstruck, standing in the rain, with his soggy bathrobe. The officer guided me over to my father, slowly, still maintaining caution. We stepped along the concrete path that led to our front door, making squishy, steady steps. Finally we reached my dad, and the officer put the gun down, and let go of my hand. I reached out and grabbed my dad's arm and pulled him in for a wet hug. The cop backed away slightly, almost as though he had just finished a stand-off exchange. "Thank you, officer," my dad said softly, relieved, as he continued to hold me. "Keep the kid safe," was all the cop said before disappearing into his vehicle and setting off into the night, the lights of the car sparkling like fireworks as he skimmed down the road. ******************************************************* Chapter 13 to follow. Please email hjk7359@hotmail.com for feedback, questions, or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading.