Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 00:16:25 -0700 From: ericviking@gay.com Subject: SAGA OF ERICVIKING PART FOUR SAGA OF ERIC VIKING PART FOUR Learning to Suck In our part of West Texas, seasons change a lot throughout the year. Spring is usually mild, and all nature seems to come awake to fresh smell mixed up out of new wild-flowers, fresh-turned soil in the plowed fields down the creek-bottom, mingled with wisps of stale barn odors, not always recognizable. Everything looks fresh, and smells new. Winters are cold, sometimes with Icy snow deep over our rolling pasture-land. Summer leaps upon us us unaware early in June, rolls overhead in it's daily pass, and lingers like a slow-cooling oven in which cattle and men alike, steam and sweat visibly. It sometimes shoves along until fall comes late and lingers shortly. For ranch folks Fall is the busiest time, Everything seems to come round at once; the fall roundups, getting crops in from the fields, getting the kids ready for school, Around mid-September, just before school starts, Mom and Dad take the little kids and go into town for three or four days. Mom shops for groceries and winter clothes. In-between, she visits the Church Ladies Group to catch up on all the latest doings. Dad goes to the bank, where he checks on the loans, then to the implement dealer, to see about getting some farm machinery serviced. When Great=Grandad homesteaded our place, (Way back) he found a great natural spring whose flow never slows. The creek runs down through the litle valley. with fine croplands on both sides. A five foot dam at the far end of our fields, makes plenty of water, so we grow a lot of what we need. Dad stocks the little lake with crappie, catfish, perch and small-mouth bass. You can go fishing all you like without going more than 3/4 of a mile from the house. The town goers usually go on Thursday, and stay 'till Sunday, when the Ladies have a grand "Dinner on the ground," and the men all stand around to "cuss and discuss crops. money (loans at the bank). cattle problems, - - and "What the Hell is that fool in the White House up to, NOW. They fill up each group to the brim with good food and gossip. Most of their talk from now until April, will be by old-fashioned "crank-and-holler" country party-line telephone/. Thursday morning, the folks, (and Matt and Brigita) piled into our big van for the trip to town, When I asked Dad "Should I go?" He said "No, You got the balls of a man now, You gotta start acting like one. Stay home and help your Big Brother." - And off they went. About 2 o'clock, My Cousin Vern drove in from his home, up in the Northeast corner of Oklahoma , This time, he brings a lot of excitement for me. Tor had said once, "Ya'know, Rikitik, Cherokee (that's Vern) has the Ab-So-Lute-Ly Biggest Whang on him that I ever did see." "Bigger than yours" "Yup ! A little longer and a whole lot thicker!! " - "Wow!" I said to myself "Longer and THICKER than TOR? " I touched the tips of my middle finger and thumb together, remembering Tor's Tool. "Wow-oh-WOWEE I sure would like to see THAT!!" "You will." says Tor, "He goes around with a Roaring Hard-On most of the time. and he doesn't wear anything under them Levi's except his Butt, Balls, and that BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK! We weren't exactly expecting him. after a straight-through drive he got here dusty and tired, took a hot shower, ate a bite, and zonked In a few minutes you could have driven a bulldozer through that bedroom. He would'nt have known it. So we left him asleep and went on with the ranch work Later, we got into the "sample" I told you about before. Friday morning broke fair, with a few fleecy clouds, nudged softly Eastward by a gentle breeze. Waking just at break of dawn, we leaped into a quick threesome shower that was mostly grabass lubricated with Ivory (soap, that is) and played out with various whoops, bellows, chuckles, guffaws, giggles and shrieks, each according to which part of which anatomically correct boy-part brushed, tickled or poked which boy, and where. Spattering water all over the bathroom and halfway down the hall to Mom's linen locker where towels were kept. by the tracks, it was plain no one had thought of towels BEFORE the water-sports began. With all the shades closed and doors locked we trotted around the house "BUCK NEKKID." There seemed to be a lot more "accidental " bumping into each other. Tor whipped up a scrum-diddley-umptshious omelette after which we dressed for the day and went out to sweat a while. And sweat we did. Dad had left a little list of 'must dos" Bucking a truckload of fresh-baled hay is hot and dirty work. Then a pump to fix down at the dam, where a quick skinny-dip quenched the heat. Then finally some fence mending which had all three of us starning. It all went quicker than we had figured on. By 3:00 PM it was all done. The list was finished. We jumped in the lake for a quick swim to rinse off the wisps of hay and dust. Back to the locked and shuttered house for two days and nights of RAW, RAMPANT SEX - - - Three hot BOYS - - sucking lessons from two lusty not coaches, each learning new things as we run the whole scale from sweet, gentle, seduction to flaming RAW LUST - - -LEATHER - BOUND DOMINATION ! ! ! (with EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN ! ! ! i SUCKED THE TWO BIGGEST, HARDEST, MEANEST - SWEETEST COCKS I EVER HOPE TO HOLD IN MY HEART, - - CLASP IN MY HANDS, - - - TASTE IN MY MOUTH - - - CHOKE DOWN MY THROAT and learned to LOVE SUCKING SOMEONE YOU LOVE ! ! ! ! If you were bored with the HISTORY, don't blame this lonesome, homesick West Texas Ranch Boy. It's A COLD, CRUEL WORLD OUT THERE - - BUT; Next chapter will be ALL SEX - - -ALL ACTION