Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 10:50:10 -0700
From: C C <hikinjoe@hotmail.com>
Subject: double-cocked in the hay loft

When Petey got
horny, which was often, he found himself drawn to the barn. Between the stacks
of bales was the frequent site of many long, sweaty jerk-off sessions – the floor
was marked with his youthful eruptions. As he entered the dark barn he was
grateful that his chores were done and that his uncle wouldn't be looking for him
for hours. He could take a long time, really build up to an explosive climax.
His mind went to the thoughts he'd had earlier, cleaning stalls alongside Hank,
the hired hand. Hank worked bare-chested mostly, and the boy had admired his
lean torso and that familiar feeling -- arousal -- surprised and shamed him. Why
should his cock swell, making his shorts feel tight, because of another guy's body?
He wasn't queer, couldn't be, he was into girls, so why did he feel like he was
getting a boner? What about the odd tingling he felt at the base of his young
cock, a tingling in his anus? He tried to forget it, work harder, to sweat
these sensations away, but it didn't work. He held the pitchfork and realized
how like an erect cock it was, hard, flared at the end, thick. His head swam
and he'd finished the work as quick as possible, turning from Hank to hide his
bulging cut-offs. Now, Hank had gone into town and wouldn't be back or hours. He
could think more about it, take his time to figure it out while stroking his
cock up in the loft. He grabbed some ointment from the tack room, the stuff
they used for the horses, and headed up.

 The boy flopped down in the loose hay and
pulled his already hard cock from the fly of his cut-offs. He liked to start
slow, not taking his shorts off at first, just pulling it out and lightly stroking the
underside of his boner while he decided which girl to dream about. There were a couple of girls he liked to think about, sucking their
tits and licking their sweet pussies. He liked to think of her on her hands and knees,
school-skirt thrown up over her hips, ass in the air as he licked her from
behind. Sometimes he'd get in the position he imagined her in, bare ass waving.
It felt good to spread his legs an feel the hot air of the barn loft on his ass
and puckered hole. He'd reach back, like he dreamed she would, spread his cheeks
with his hands and whisper, "Yeah Petey, lick my pussy. Lick my little asshole
Petey!" He surprised himself – licking an asshole was something he hadn't
thought about before and it seemed nasty... and incredibly hot. Thinking about his tongue swiping over a girls pink little anus made his own ass start to tingle
again, like it had earlier when he was working with Hank. Another surprise – he
was thinking about not one of the smooth sexy girls from school, but about the sweaty
black dude that worked for his father. Weird, but now that Hank was in his
head, he couldn't shake him. He greased his cock with the ointment and thought
about how slippery Hanks skin would feel, all sweaty and slick, if he ran his
hands over it. He imagined his hands moving down the man's stomach and dipping
under his jeans. Petey stroked his cock with one hand while the other moved to
his ass, slicking his tight hole. He wondered how big Hank's cock was. He'd
heard that black guys had big ones and from the sizeable bulge that showed in his
jeans, he guessed that Hank was no exception. He slipped a fingertip into his
anus, still on his hands and knees, the sweat dripping off him, and then he thought about the pitch fork and how it had felt in his hands that morning during chores. Was Hank as big as that? He gasped as he slipped
more of his finger into himself and told himself no, you are not a gay. You are
not going to do what you are thinking about doing. It's nasty and bad. But he
knew there was no way out of it now. Now that the idea of feeling that thick
pitchfork handle in his tiny asshole was in his mind, he wouldn't be able to
forget it until he tried it, and this was his chance. No one was home. He wished
he wasn't so horny, so perverted, but it was like he was possessed. He got up,
still hard as a pole, and walked to the tool room, his rock-hard erection
waving and bobbing in front of him. He grabbed the fork and his cock throbbed.
He hurried back to the secluded loft, needing it now. He discovered that if he
jabbed the tines of the pitchfork into a bale at the right height, its handle
stood out erect, like a very long, stiff cock. He stripped off his shorts and underpants, squeezed a gob of ointment
onto the handle and stroked it, pulling his own cock with his other hand, dizzy
with arousal. He smeared  some onto his
already sweat-slicked ass and murmured to himself, crazed with horniness, "But
Hank, it's too big! Your thick black man-cock won't fit in my little hole. No way!" He got himself
into postion, kneeling on another hay bale, and lined the handle up with his greased butthole.
"Just keep your mouth shut, Petey," he whispered, feeling the impossibly thick,
blunt end of the handle on his anus. "This thing is going all the way in buddy,
all the way up your tight ass!" Petey moved his hips, feeling the
thing slide around his butt, circling in. He pushed back onto it, reaching around
and using his fingers to guide it home. It wasn't going to go in there, it was
way too thick. But it was going to go in, Petey thought, desperate, I am going to get fucked and good. He bore down, the tip slipped
in, and he nearly shouted. It burned, but not as much as it was going to, he
knew. He didn't let up, pushing his ass back onto the fat thing, feeling his
asshole try to stretch, but it was like there was nowhere for it to go, like it
was stuck. More lube. He pulled off it, gasping as it left him, and smeared
more on. This time the tip slipped in easier, but he felt it against his tight
ring again and he knew he was going to have to push. "No, Hank, please don't fuck my little
asshole. I can't take any more of your huge fat cock," he hissed through clenched teeth and he pushed
back slowly, steadily, willing his body to take this hard pole into it. "I'll
suck it for you, Hank, I'll suck it and you can shoot off in my mouth, but
please, it's too thick. Oh! Oh, Hank, you're stretching me open. Oh fuck!" The
boy pushed his hips back as even more as the handle slid into him. He felt his ass
gripping the thing, felt the burn, the pain, but behind it a pleasure very
deep. He felt full. He stopped moving and let himself get used to the huge wooden
cock that filled him. He panted and sweated, rocking just slightly there on
the bale, naked but for the cut-offs and underpants around his ankles. He
kicked them off so that he could spread his legs more and leaned forward,
feeling the tool-handle sliding slowly out of him. He moaned and hung his
head, moving till just the tip of it was still in him, his asshole afire,
tingling and feeling the absence of that stiff wood. Petey wanted it back
in him and he threw his head back, droplets of sweat flying off him, and
pushed back again, taking a much as he could in one smooth thrust. It
touched something in him that made his throbbing cock twitch with electric
pleasure and he gasped, bottoming out on his makeshift wooden dildo. He
reached back with one hand and marveled at the deliciously perverted
feeling of his asshole stretched around the slick handle. His fingers
explored the ring of his anus and moved to his balls, gripping them and
pulling, making himself feel completely taken and wondering how it'd be if
a real man had him on his hands and knees like that, gripping him by the
hips and mounting him like and animal. He needed it now, and hard, so he
spread his hands on the hay bale, steadied himself, and began to fuck the
pitchfork handle in and out of his ever more receptive butt. He couldn't
believe how good it felt now, how the pain had gone, how it slide in so
well. He felt oddly proud, but proud of... what? Of being able to take a
lot of cock? Yeah, he went on, yeah, I love taking a big cock up my ass. He
fucked faster now, incredibly turned on and not even yet touching the
erection that pulsed against his heaving belly.  His hole was relaxing and
he was moving in longer strokes, the handle just leaving him before
plunging back in. He rocked on his bale, making sure that he was getting
thoroughly fucked. He closed his eyes and panted, "Give it to me Hank,"
imagining the muscular hired-man thrusting into his eager hole like a
stallion mounting his mare. "More, more..."

"Sure kid, I'll give you more."

Petey's eyes shot open. That wasn't a voice in his head, that was Hank's
voice. And there he was, watching him from he doorway, half a grin on his
face. "I'll give you all you want, buddy," he promised, unbuckling his belt
as he crossed the loft.

Petey was stunned, frozen in mid-motion. He almost left his body, almost
fainted in surprise and shame, imaging the scene that Hank was witnessing:
a naked boy sweating and grunting on a hay bale with a pitchfork up his ass
and a boner sticking out in front of him. Nothing could be more perverted
and wrong. In a flash, Petey knew his life was over, that he could never
live with this shame, that when his father found out what his son had
been...But wait, Hank looked amused, not disgusted. And he was unbuttoning
his jeans! What had he said? "All you want?" What was going on? By the time
Petey registered all this, Hank was in front of him. His pants were open
and his dark, thick cock was rising quickly. Petey opened his mouth to
speak but instead of words coming out, Hank's black cock went in. He tried
to say something, to protest, but not only was he in shock, but it's kinda
hard to articulate with your mouth full of a thick, hard dick. He did
manage to croak, "No, Hank!" but it must have sounded like, "More! Thanks!"
cause that's what he got, the last inch of Hank's big cock slid past his
lips and jabbed into his throat. "Ain't got more'n that kid," Hank said,
"Anyway, yer lookin' purty full-up there, Petey. Dang son, ya sure can take
cock like a man. Now lessee what we can get goin'," he went on, beginning
to slide his thick dark meat out of Petey's mouth and then right back in
again.

His tight ass was wrapped around the thick shaft of the pitchfork, his lips
were wrapped around a big black man's hard cock, and Petey was trying to
wrap his head around this crazy situation, but before he could, Hank
started up a thrusting rhythm that just took over. He thrust deep into
Petey's mouth, the thick cockhead actually slipping into his throat -- "I
am swallowing this big cock," Petey thought, "how am I doing that?!" -- and
the pole would be pushed further into his asshole. As Hank's cock withdrew
and Petey ran his tongue along the underside and all around the flared tip
-- "I love sucking cock!" Petey realized, "I wonder what Hank's cum tastes
like?" -- he'd move forward and the handle would nearly leave his anus
before both ends got filled again on the next thrust. How long it went on
like that, he had no idea. His head swam in a thick haze of lust until Hank
suddenly stopped his thrusts and he heard another voice. For the second
time that day, Petey knew his life was over. "Seen my pitchfork, Hank?" his
uncle's voice was close behind him and even had he wanted to turn and see
for himself, he couldn't, being held firmly in place at both ends. "Ain't
on the hook where it's supposed to be in the tool room, and ain't nobody
told me they was gonna use it." "No sir, I ain't seen it. Unless maybe
young Petey here's using it," Hank answered, though Petey could barely hear
through the shame ringing in his ears. "Horny kids now-a-days don't know
proper how to use tools no more, but you got a fine boy here, sir, he knows
what to do." At this Hank resumed his rhythm, giving Petey the length of
his swollen cock. "Well, he does seem to be doing fine up front, but he's
maybe a mite confused round back here," Petey felt his uncle's hands on his
ass cheeks, "Why here's my pitchfork! Looks like my boy's got about eight
inches of it stuck up his ass, Hank. Now you know I don't mind lending out
tools, and I can see that you're generous with yours, but I do have a rule
about being asked, and I ain't been asked. You carry on, Hank, but I gotta
teach this boy and that means a whuppin'" "Yessir, " hank moaned as Petey
took him an extra bit deeper into his throat, "a man's gotta teach his
boy." The first slap on his asscheeks made Petey jump and take too much
cock down his tender throat. He gagged and drew back, forcing an extra inch
of wooden pole up his behind. Neither man paused, Hank was getting close
and his uncle was just getting started. He slapped his nephew's
sweat-slicked ass as it moved back and forth, but not too hard and not for
long. "Son, I think you know what you done wrong, and I think you been
punished enough. But I am gonna need my pitchfork back." he said as he put
one hand on Petey's red ass cheek and gripped the handle with the other.

The thick pole left Petey's ass easier than it had gone in and as soon as
it did, he missed it. But he still had a cock in his mouth and he met
Hank's thrusts eagerly, putting a little extra effort in now that all his
focus was on him. Hank responded with a low moan, almost a whine, and
groaned, "Aw, damn, this boy's gonna get a mouthfulla my spunk in a
minute. Kid knows how to help a fella out, sure. I'm gonna cum. Keep going
boy, don't you stop now, ole Hank's about to blow!" Petey's uncle must have
wanted some of what Hank was getting. He said, "Boy's ass is all open now
from where he had that handle stuck. Looks kinda empty and that ain't a
good feelin'." Petey heard his uncle unzipping his pants and felt his hands
grip onto his hips just like he'd imagined they would. And just like in his
horny fantasy, this real man mounted up sliding, in one stroke, the entire
length of his erect cock into the boy's greased hole. He heard his uncle
groan as his balls bumped against Petey's, and heard Hank moan as he rode
the wave of his approaching climax.

"Dang, Hank, we got this boy skewered like a pig on a spit!" his uncle said
as both men fucked away at either end of him. Hank's cock swelled and his
hips began to buck out of control, jamming every last inch of his cock into
Petey's throat.

"You keep slammin' into the kid's mouth like that, buddy, and our cocks are
like to meet up somewhere in there!" he went on, panting and thrusting into
his nephew's ass. Hank responded with a grunt as Petey felt the first blast
of cum, slippery and salty on his tongue. The black man held Petey's head
in his strong, calloused hands and unloaded down his throat. Petey gulped
and swallowed, trying to keep with the wildly thrusting cock, but it
slipped away, popping out long enough to spurt warm cum on his lips and
cheeks before Petey could corral it back into his hungry mouth. His mouth
full of cum-covered cock, his face dripping, he felt perversely proud that
he'd brought this man off, that he'd taken good care of him and let him
unload all his pent up spunk, that he'd swallowed it down.

Hank's beautiful, slippery cock softening in his mouth, Petey pushed back
against his uncle, trying to get as much of that man's cock into his ass as
possible. It was what Uncle wanted too and they worked together, like they
did around the farm, and judging from the sounds coming from his uncle and
the jolts of pleasure that shot from Petey's asshole to his cock on every
thrust, they were doing a great job. Petey couldn't believe his was
happening and when his uncle reached around and started jerking him off, he
knew his climax wasn't far off. He moaned around Hank's soft, but still
very thick cock and felt his uncle fuck him harder. Petey crested the wave
and Hank's sloppy cock fell from his mouth as he shouted out his pleasure,
spunk flying form his throbbing cock and he heard hos uncle's high moan and
then deep grunts as he unloaded in his young nephew's twitching ass. Petey
collapsed into the pool of his own cum, Uncle's cock slipping from him and
leaving streaks of cum across his ass that matched those on his face. he
lay there spent, satisfied, an feeling nasty-good. "Alright, son, you and
Hank get yourselves cleaned up now," he heard his uncle say as he zipped
himself back up and headed for the door, "We got more work to do round here
and can't spend the day just fuckin' and suckin' in the hay loft. Tonight,
course, is a different story!"