Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2009 23:27:57 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PA, GRUB AND ME PART ONE Pa, Grub and Me Part One Copyright 2009 Vab T Z Boi (the usual disclaimers apply, fantasy is just that, not real so remember to enjoy the flight but don't deviate from the journey) (Again thanks to all of you who have written about my stories, it is great to feel ones lonely hours toils are appreciated) It was lunchtime at Suckers Creek School, the sun was shining real high in the sky and me and the boys woz runnin' round the schoolhouse, we woz trying not to get caught by the girls who wanted to play kissy-chase. I just managed to avoid Daisy Ann but as I twisted round her, big ol' Connie Brooks caught me fair 'n square. "I'sa got ya Huckleberry," she crowed, tossing me to and fro in her beefy arms, "an' naw yor'e gonna kiss me." I bent my head, I like Connie to play with, but she's a big, farm girl, comes from heavy German stock and to be honest, after running round in the sun she smells of cow dung just a little bit too much. Anyhow I was caught so I bravely puckered up, there in the middle of the playground, her arms still wrapped round me with all my mates looking on and watching and crowing. I closed my eyes, it was better I didn't see her piggy eyes when we kissed, an' I began to smell her milky breath, she'd drank a big glass of warm milk with her lunch and the smell of her breath and that cow dung aroma was mixing bad in my stomach. "Huck, Huckleberry, wher'n hell are ya boy," I heard my father's thunderous voice. 'Saved' I thought as I felt Connie's arms slip loose, 'but saved from what,' I asked myself. Pa sounded loud and excited, 'he couldn't be drunk this early in the day' I said to myself, 'but then I knew pa could be drunk as a skunk any time of the day if he wanted. Released from Connie's grip I opened my eyes, my pa was standing at the school gate, looking over the wooden pailings, his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the sun. 'He's standing straight' I thought, 'straight could mean sober and sober could mean I was in trouble and the way pa was hollerin' I was in deep trouble.' "Comin pa," I shouted or rather squealed, its funny that whenever my pa shouts like he does my voice goes all high pitched and I sound like a squealing pig on its way to be slaughtered. "I'sa comin' pa," I shouted, sorry squealed and legged it over to the school gate. Missy Jarvis my teacher came out from the school building. "What is that noise?" she called out, fanning herself with that big ol' fan of hers that can really rap yor'e knuckles if she thinks your playing her up and I knew 'cos I had felt that rap many a time. "Its my pa Miss," I called out, proper like not squealing this time. "What does he want?" she asked me. "I don' know Miss," I replied, truth to tell I had no idea what he wanted except he wanted me and my backside was already tingling with the prospect of another probable beating. I began to list the things in my mind that would produce the sort of hollerin' and shoutin' reaction that I and the school was being subject too. I was sure he knew nothin' 'bout the prank I had played on Preacher Duffer, in any case he hated the Preacher wors'en I did, then there was the fish I stole from Farmer Jacob's pond but I'd already eaten that evidence, perhaps he'd found the remains of the fire where I cooked the fish, pa don't like it if'n I don' share stuff wif' him. Perhaps and my blood run cold at this, perhaps he'd found out about the five dollars I'd liberated from his back pocket of his dungarees t' last time he got to drunk to stand, now they were hid, very well hid, but if'n he'd found them then I was really up t' creek without a paddle an' the only paddle I would feel would be the one he used to tan my backside. Quaking I approached the school gates. Missy Jarvis had moved faster than me and by the time I nervously got there she was by my side. My father quietened at the sight of either my thin frame or that of my teacher. "What do you want Mr Harker?" she asked, "I do not approve of parents interrupting the schooling of my pupils and in particular I do not approve of those who come shouting and screaming to the schoolhouse like it was a fishmarket." My daddy cowed before her and I wished I had that sort of power, hell I also wished I knew what a fishmarket was. "Sorry an' all ma'am," he nodded his head in a sorta bow, bobbing his head a couple of times. "But I come for my boy, I need him," he coughed a bit at the end of that sentence. I sniffed the air about him; I could not smell booze and that worried me, visions of that paddle of the huge, heavy, powerful flat of his hand made my backside wriggle an' I could hear the whistle of the wind as his arm began those heavy movements. 'it had to be the five dollars' I worried myself with and I squirmed beside my teacher. "Huckleberry is attending school," Missy Jarvis insisted, "and I don't allow pupils to leave half way through the day." My daddy twisted his hat round and round in his hands and he trembled before the schoolmistress, 'hell he was more frightened of her than I was' I suddenly realised. "He ain't attending school just right now," pa wheedled, "I know he's at lunch an', an'," he coughed nervously again, "I just want him to help me, I need him for 'bout an hour," he said twisting his hat faster and faster. Missy Jarvis looked up at the sun, "School starts in half an hour, if you can get him back by then, then he may leave school premises, but if your need is longer than that, then there is no way Huckleberry is being absent from any part of afternoon school." She was a foot smaller than my pa but right now she stood ten feet tall over his bowed head. "Three-quarter's of a hour," my pa mumbled. "Half an hour and time is passing Mr Harker," Missy Jarvis tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. "Yess'mm ma'am," my pa surrendered. "Huckleberry you have my permission to leave school for half an hour," Missy Jarvis spoke to me, "and not a moment longer. Is that clear," the last part was more directed at my pa. "Yess miss," I replied meekly almost saluting and then I nervously stepped out the gate, looking at my pa from the corner of my eye, keeping a watchful eye on the swinging arms that promised my backside a warm feeling. Pa strode away from the school and I hurried to keep up, almost running at times as he took those deep seven league like steps of his. The Suckers Creek schoolhouse was new, it had been built on newly broken ground on the outskirts of the growing town and was located in a still countrified woodland area that was fast disappearing. Since the railway had reached us the town was expanding; the railway had brought better profit to the large cattle ranches and better profit meant more spending, so the townspeople had built a bigger school and this also meant we kids now had to attend on a regular basis. This was a constant source of annoyance to us boys who were used to running wild and free amongst the countryside. Pa strode down the path to the main road and then turned off the path and cut through the trees, as I struggled to keep up I tried to work out where we were going but I could not think of anywhere in particular that he was taking us. Suddenly he came to a halt and I tripped over his foot, sprawling on the grass, my arms and legs splayed out as his abrupt halt caught me unawares. "This'll do," he grunted. I turned over and sat up looking up at pa. He towered above me and I found myself admiring his strong figure, muscled in all the right places just at that moment he did not look threatening. "Pa?" I spoke hesitantly, wondering if this was the right time to ask him what he wanted. "Get out of those clothes," he barked and suddenly I was at ease, now I knew what my pa wanted me for. Quickly I shed my ragged dungarees and tattered shirt which was all I wore. Shoes were a luxury we could not afford and in any case I had been barefoot most of my life. Pa was not much better although he did wear worn out boots, naked we looked at each other, there was no need to speak, I just laid on my back spread my legs open wide and held my pussy up so he could slide in easier. "Hmmm," pa grunted as his thick seven inches slid in easy, it was easy 'cos I was still full from the fucking he gave me earlier in the morning, like he did every morning since, well since three days after mom split, wanting the bright city lights and not the dark boring hard working countryside life of the wife of a smallholding farmer. I felt filled real good as pa's thick tube of manflesh filled me up. Ours was a hard life, pa worked his smallholding, it was enough for food and the small shack he had built kept us warm and dry but pa tended to drink any extra profit, often hiring himself out to other farmers to keep the wolf from the door, when he'd drunk more than the profit. Pa fucked me fast that afternoon, I had no idea what had got him going but he steam hammered my pussy, fucking that large seven incher in and out of my fucker for a hard ten minutes before he collapsed flooding my boy chute with his ball juice. I hadn't cum myself but I was not worried, my pa had been fucking me for nigh on two years now. I was seven when he first did me and I always remembered that night when he pulled me out of my bed and laid me in his telling me to 'spread my legs for daddy and be a good boy' as a special night for us both and since then I had been a proper daddy's boy, learning everything he taught me about what a very good boy could do for his daddy. Now I was eight and I knew how to make him please me; I also knew he was good for another fuck almost straight away so I just held him and worked his cock with my muscles. "I missed that sweet ol' boy pussy of yours," he grunted, between kissing me and licking my face, "I finished my chores round the farm, repaired the top field fence and cleared the weeds from the irrigation channel and then I sat down in t' chair on the porch with my coffee an' it was then my pecker and I missed you," he grunted as I felt his cock thickening again, responding to the caress of my pussy muscles, "so I decided as it was lunchtime that pr'haps a nice 'noon fuck was a possibility, despite the fact it was a school day." I sighed happily at that, it was proof my pa saw me as more than a place to sow his seed, more than a part of the farm he ploughed in a different furrow and such an admission made me feel good, made me want to make him feel good, and I knew just how to do that. I squeezed my pa's cock and put my weight on my left side, after two years of fucking me every which way there was pa understood and he rolled so I was now on top of him, his pecker held tight by my pulsing boy pussy muscles. Now on top and in command I rode my pa, I had been riding horses since I was a babe, born in the saddle they say, and riding my dad's big horse dick was no problem, I knew how to keep my seat when riding a bucking mount and pa was certainly my kind of stallion. Fucking in the woods was no bar either, pa and I had fucked everywhere on the farm, in the woods, by the river, in town at the back of the saloon, even in the churchyard one sunny afternoon when he picked me up from Sunday School. Hell we even did on horseback when we rode over to see my grandpappy, it helped to pass the time on the long journey. The best times were at night as the sun was going down, pa would bring his coffee out to the porch and sit on his ol' rocking chair that his grandpappy made for him. Once he was settled I'd climb into his lap and slide onto his waiting slick cock, we'd then spend the next half hour or so steadily rocking back and forth. It was never a hard fuck session, more slow and gentle like, but it always guaranteed massive cums for us both, I'd often have a few little ones and then as pa's rocking of the chair speeded up we'd climb the height of passion until we were both quivering with orgasmic joy. Afterwards once we had calmed down and our heartbeats were normal, I'd lie with my head on pa's shoulder, his dick still pulsing inside me, then he'd pick me up carry me to our bed and fuck me gently to sleep. Off course whenever he came to bed after me he'd wake me up and I'd fuck him to sleep but that was how we helped each other out, we were family after all and I was a good boy, always did what my pa wanted. Naked then and out in the woods near school I mounted my pa, dug my knees in and began to ride his big pecker with practised ease. I altered my position so that I alternated between twisting his nipples which I knew he loved and squeezing his heavy orange sized balls, making sure that my little ol' pleasure nut inside my pussy was well ridden too. In no time at all I had my first cum, well pa had got me heated up with his fast first fuck so it likely that I would be ready to pop soon anyhow. I bounced my way through my climax enjoying the feeling of pa's dick being squeezed tight by my pulsating boy pussy. "That's it my boi," pa grunted, "you ride that ol' pecker of mine, get yo'self a nice good cum an' then' I'll fill that fuck hole of yours with some good quality man milk." Being a good boy I did exactly what pa wanted, I rode him to another two dry cums for me before we hit the big one, I was riding pa like mad, twisting and writhing, making sure he got me good on my lovenut as I squeezed his pumping shaft with my muscles. Pa was wheezing now, groaning and spluttering as I twisted his nipples in my fingers and then he let out a roar, one I knew, it meant his man milk was shooting. I bounced down real hard on his dick, pushing hard into his groin and squeezing my pussy muscles even harder making his cum good for him, at the same time my own body was trembling as I came too, my nerves tingling and my lovehole gripping him vice like as I felt his dick shoot hard inside me, I felt his cream hit my nut and then we were gasping and moaning as calmed down. "Fuck that was one of the best," pa groaned reaching up and rubbing my hair, mussing it completely. "We shall have to try this more often as you fucked me so well, you'd be well up for more lunchtime fucks, won't you Hucky my boy." "Sure pa, you know me anytime for little ol' daddy," I grinned and bent down to kiss him. The sound of the school bell rang out and I had to scramble off him. I could hear Missy Jarvis's warning about being late so I grabbed my britches and shirt and ran naked, pa's milk running down my legs from my hole as I ran, trying to put my clothes on as I rushed to get back on time. The others were just about sitting down when I got back to the schoolhouse, I burst into the room, I had managed to get my dungarees on, they were flapping round my waist, the straps bouncing against my backside and my fly still wide open as I rushed in tugging my shirt over my head. Quickly I sat down on the back seat hoping Missy Jarvis would not notice my state of undress. I was still dealing with my shirt when I felt a hand between my legs. I smiled I knew that touch, it was my sorta boyfriend Grub and I liked the way he was caressing my groin, horned up as I was from daddy's unexpected fuck. "Hiya," Grub whispered feeling me up, "you sure look cute with yore' fly open and that cute dickie of yours on show," as he spoke he was rubbing my cute little dicke into a stiffie and I chuckled quietly at his touch. I let go of my shirt, I could finish dressing later, now I had much more important things to attend to. Missy Jarvis was handing out our afternoon assignments, the infants were asked to draw a picture of their homes, the juniors had reading and writing tasks, Missy Jarvis had not noticed I was not in my proper place until she came to my book and then she looked for me as I ws not in my usual place. "Huckleberry Harker where are you?" she called looking round, an irritated tone in her voice, one that boded ill for me if she thought I was playing her up. "Here Miss," I raised my hand. "What are you doing back there?" she asked and advanced towards me, my eye was on the fan which dangled of a string at her waist, if she went for it then I knew my knuckles were going to be red. "Er, Miss, Miss," Grub spoke out. "Yes Tobias," she said using Grub's given name. "Miss, er Huck's well, he's helping me with my reading," Grub said nervously. I loved Grub at that moment, he was saving me from a beating and possibly setting himself up for one. Missy Jarvis stood still, I thought she was gearing herself up to beat us both but then surprisingly she relaxed her intimidating stance and a softer look crossed her face, only momentarily though. "I see," she stated flatly, "I agree, perhaps that would be a better use of Huckleberry's time, he is a better reader than you Tobias and it really is time you moved on." I held my breath. I knew I was a good student, I liked reading and writing and Missy Jarvis often made me read out loud to the class when a new book came along. My arithmetical skills were good to; pa knew that as I had saved him money at times when it came to bill times; Porky Badger who owner the main store where you bought most stuff, was not above adding a bit into his bills, but he soon learnt that the Harker family were not to be an easy mark in future once I started checking them. "Miss," I raised my hand. "Yes Huckleberry?" Missy Jarvis looked back at me. "Miss should we sit at the ol' table at the back of the room, Grub, I mean Tobias talks quite loud when he reads," Grub was still at stage where he reads with his finger on the page and sounds the words. Missy Jarvis thought about it for a minute and then nodded her head, she knew I was right, Grub would distract the class with his reading and she often sat with him at the back table. "Yes, Huckleberry, please move with Tobias to the back table but," she wagged her finger, "I will be keeping my eye on you both." 'Eye' I thought, 'evil eye more like' I said to myself but moving to the back table did offer possibilities and my balls tingled at the idea. Grub stood up a big beaming smile on his face, quickly I shoved his book at him so no one would see the huge bulge in dungarees, his cock was already stiffening obviously his mind was walking the same path mine was. We quietly walked over to the oak table and sat down, here we faced away from the class and Grub's smile grew even larger, mine did to at the prospect of getting my hands round his huge pecker. I like Grub, maybe even love him a little but I'd be the first one to admit he's a little slow, I mean he has a heart of gold and he works hard but school is hard for him, he's the oldest of five brothers so far and his father depends on him so much, they have a bigger piece of land than we do and his father works tirelessly to provide for his wife and five boys and I'm always welcome at their table as is any of his boys friends; but Grub struggles at school. He will make a good farmer, he has the feel for the land, but the worry is that he could so easily be taken advantage of as in other areas he has problems. He's fourteen now and we've been doing stuff since he was twelve. It was at the local swimming hole it happened, we all skinny dipped, hell if we couldn't afford shoes who the hell could buy swimwear. I was lazing around, pa was off on a drunk in town so there was nothing much to do, I headed for the pool, that time of year that's where everyone went but when I got there the place was empty. I swam a bit and then laid out in the hot sun, we didn't bother 'bout sunscreen in those days. Grub turned up, he'd been working in the fields all day and was tired, dirty and sweaty, he shucked his clothes and dived it. I watched him swimming for a bit, the water helped cool him down and soothed his aching muscles. He got out, waved at me and came and laid down beside me. I remember looking at his body, pa had fucked me for the first time a week previous and I'd spent a lot of time being taught how to best please him and in the process discovered how good a cock made me feel. Grub was twelve, a big twelve, he was chock full of muscles and to me big slab of a cock between his legs. At twelve he was about as big as pa was, his dick hung down over a pair of goose egg sized balls, he had a smattering of soft curly hair round the base of his dick and a few scrawny ones on his balls. As we lay there his cock began to grow and thicken in the heat of the sun. I watched his erection growing with fascination, I was now very interested in dicks after what pa had taught me and I reached out and began to stroke the warm tube of boy cock. Grub giggled. "Feel's nice," he smiled and I was smitten by that big ol' happy grin of his that would light up his face. "Feel's right nice to me," I grinned, "ya got a nice big dick Grub." He laughed, "Yeah," he drawled stretching lazily in the sun as I stroked his growing cock, I knew it was already bigger'n pa's and I began to wonder what it would feel like inside me. "Yor'e so hard, its like a lump of iron," I said awed. "Yes," he said and a puzzled look crossed his face, "it keeps doin' that, getting stiff, it's a pain at times." I looked at him amazed, he was a farmer's son, he'd taken his pa's cows to ol' Farmer Gorrins bull for service, he looked after his father's hog who serviced a number of pigs in the area, an' he hadn't made the connection with his own body. "I can show you how to deal with it when it gets like that," I said, rubbing him a little harder and seeing the gleam of a first bubble of pre-cum leaking out of his slit. "Can ya?" he looked at me still puzzled, "I tried lots of things to make it go soft again, t'only thing I know is it goes down if I need to piss or if I jump inta cold water, but I don' always need to piss when it goes stiff an I can't carry a bucket of water 'round with me." I laughed and stroked the throbbing tube again, the pre-cum was leaking all over his cock head and I decided that I'd teach him 'bout jerking off and sucking him later. I wanted that fucker inside me and my boy pussy tingled in anticipation. "Sure I can help," I told him. I looked around carefully, we were still alone by the pool and I was lying in a sheltered spot, anyone arriving at the pool would not see us straight away. I opened my legs and told him to get between them. Anxious to learn he knelt between my open legs as I told him, I rubbed his cock juice over his shaft, my pussy was still full from pa's earlier load dumped in my boyhole and I pulled him down on top of me, he followed his cock down as I placed it at my puckered winking opening. "Push it in real slow," I told him grabbing him by the arms, he hesitated and I crossed by legs over his backside and pushed him. He almost fell on top of me but his cock moved forward parting my entrance, he felt the heat on his cocktip and instinct finally took over and he lunged forward. "Hey," I cried out, "go slow, you have a big one you know." "Sorry," he said that puzzled look on his face and then as his cock slid into my boy pussy the look changed to one of wonder and delight. "Ooohhhh," he gasped, "this feels so hot and goooood," he grunted at the end as my pussy did its thing and sucked him right in. I pulled his head down on me and kissed him on the lips, he wasn't sure about that but when my tongue forced its way into his mouth he changed his mind. I taught him to start pulling backwards and forwards and he soon cottoned on to how good that was. Danged if I didn't feel good too, his pecker fitted me real good and was rubbing up at that special spot inside me that my pa sometimes missed, but not my Grub, he was hitting me in all the right places. He was getting the hang of it now, his cock was pumping away and I had ta slow him down as I wanted to make sure I got my button off as well as himself. The look on his face when I made him go real slow was amazing, you could see the pleasure roll right across his face, his eyes rolling with the joy he was experiencing for the first time. Slow and sexy then I took his virginity, he came right after me, my dry climax musta done the trick, my pussy writhing as I orgasmed. I felt his cock spit inside me, six shots of boy milk hit my inside and I swear I felt everyone of them. He collapsed on top of me groaning and breathing heavily, he was not as heavy as my father but he felt weighty as he was forcing himself against me as he gained his breath. I kissed him gently, soft sweet kisses which he accepted and gave me back. "Wha, wha, what happened?" he sighed. I giggled and cuddled him, I was feeling rather good well fucked even. "Come on Grub," I chuckled, "you know what happens when you take your pa's cow to the bull." He sorta sat up, his head going back and he looked down at me and then the penny dropped, "Oh," he said and then he looked down, though god knows what he could see, his cock was still buried inside me. "Feels good eh," I grinned at him. He nodded, a big smile playing at the corners of his mouth and then he wrinkled his brow, "But my pecker still feels stiff," he said wonderingly. I laughed and stretched sexily beneath him. "You know what that means," I sighed happily. "Nope," the dumb beaut said. "It means ya gotta do it again," I whispered. For a moment he was still and then that huge big beaming smile began to grow on his face and I felt my heart skip a beat. "Can I," he was excited and I knew 'cos I could feel his big ol' pecker, pulsing and throbbing inside me. "You bet," I beamed for once matching his smile. This time I just let him do it, he was like a wild animal, puffing and heaving and shoving his huge rod back and forth in and out. He was kissing me too, real good, his tongue almost reaching inside my throat and it felt good, I had a couple of little cums and then he moved up a gear and then two more and really shoved it too me. I was loving watching him, watching his joy, watching his emotions clear and brilliant on his honest face as he finally let go and threw six more heavy shots of his boy cream up inside my spermy tunnel, again I felt every shot and it felt hot. "Dang I liked that," he grinned and kissed me hard on the lips, I threw my arms tighter round his neck and rubbed myself up against him, he still felt hard and I still felt horny but seconds later I felt him subsiding and then his pecker flatly slid out. "Goddam it has gone down," he grinned, that ol' beamer of his lighting up his face and making me feel cool. We lay there for a while soaking up the rays of the sun and then we hit the water again, racing each other and splashing water at each other, I dived down between his legs and played with his floppy cock and balls, I surfaced right up alongside him and held onto him and kissed him. He didn't dive through mine, he was afeared of getting his head under water, some kinda scare when he was younger but I didn't mind. We got out of the water and did it again, this time we went well together, him learning how to pleasure himself and me in the process. I taught him through my first cum and he learned well, he worked away at giving me my second cum, I can always remember him fucking me steadily, concentrating his tongue trapped between his lips pointing out the left hand side of his mouth; then we went for his orgasm, I was lucky to get off again, that pecker of his was just ace at plugging my pleasure button and my final climax triggered his, my boycunt grabbing his pecker in its vice grip as I compressed his spunk outa his cock and balls. "Gee," he said that big ol' smile lighting up his face an' it said it all. I walked back with him to his place, we walked close together Grub's arm around my shoulder and it felt nice and safe. As we walked in the heat of the late afternoon sun we spoke 'bout life an' things like any backwood boys do, then as we passed the big oak tree by the crossroads Grub spoke to me. "Its done it again," he whispered. "Huh?" I replied, my mind was working on whether his ma would invite me in for a meal, she set a mean table did Ma Dunker and I had always envied Grub an' his brothers 'bout how well they ate. "My pecker," he wriggled and I looked down, his dungarees were well tented out an' it was clear what he'd been thinking about. "What do I do?" Grub asked a hopeful tone in his voice. I looked around and pulled him towards the oak tree, the crossroads was not busy at this time of day and I decided to teach him about other ways to bring that eight-incher down to size. He watched bemused as I slid his dungarees down, the big fat tube of his boyhood almost glowing brightly in the sun. As I knelt down and took that long cock of his in my mouth he fell back against the oak tree and groaned and moaned with delight as I sucked the fat fuck tube. All to soon he was grunting as I sucked his huge load, he sure made a lotta cum, more so than did my pa but I had no problem in swallowing all his boy cream down and it tasted good. I remember smacking my lips afterwards thinking 'I want more of that.' Grub was smilin' and had that dreamy look on his face, he leant back against the oak tree, his boytube hanging down, his big ol balls swaying a bit and as I looked up at him as I suckled the last of his sweet liquid out of his cock I knew we'd be doing it again, no problem. When we got to his place his ma was just setting out supper, and she looked at me she knew where pa was an' she felt sorry for me. Next thing I knew we were hustled out to the outside pump and along with Grub's pa and his brothers we washed our hands, faces and necks. Grub n' me back from the swim hole passed her inspection but Grub's pa and his ten-year-old brother Walt had to suffer her scrubbing brush across their necks and hands afore she would let them in to eat. After supper me and Grub headed out to the barn where I helped him feed the cows and settle them down for the night, the others dealt with the pigs and the hens and the washing up. It was getting late now an I needed to head home, pa might be dead drunk somewhere or someone mighta just dumped him back at the shack. We sat up in the hayloft resting on the bales of hay piled up for feed. "I gotta think 'bout heading home Grub," I said, "pa might'a found his way home by now." I looked at him sideways on and dropped my eyes to his bulge hoping he'd get the message. "Sure 'nuff," nodded Grub, stretching his muscles. "Did you like what we did today?" I asked making the hint bigger but as usual I was overestimating Grub's mental capacity. "That was great," he grinned and that big happy smile made me tingle in a place I knew could only be scratched by one thing. I opted for direct action. I leaned close and slid my hand inside the fly of his dungarees, as soon as I touched the warm lump of his cock it started to grow, seconds later his smile also grew bigger as his brain connected the dots. That's when I stood up and stripped and laying my clothes across a haybale, I don't like to get scratched when I fuck, pa got my back rubbed raw once when we did it in our barn, I lay down on the haybale and spread my legs wide my boy pussy winking at Grub. It took him a couple of moment but then he stood up and dropped his dungarees and pulled of his shirt, then at last both our itches were being scratched in that eternal method. Grub was again too quick and he dropped his load almost in two minutes just as I was getting warmed up, but being the expert fucker I was I soon had him panting again only this time I worked him to my rhythm and I grunted as he fucked against my pulsing love tube as I dry cummed, my tight pulsing tube doing enough to bring him off again. We lay kissing for a few minutes whilst we quietened down and then I headed home. It was start of a wonderful loving relationship although at first it was just plain fucking and we did often in those first few months. So here we were tucked away at the back of the classroom, I checked on Missy Jarvis she was busy with the handwriters, going from one to the other and all the others were getting on with their work. Grub got out his book and started to read softly, I scooted up close to his chair so were touching. I watched as his finger worked across the page and helped him with the bigger words whilst my own hand was busy undoing the fly to his dungarees, carefully I fished out his thickening tube, he stuttered over some of the words as I began to rub him up and down, man he felt good in my hands and after being fucked by pa I was still all worked up and wanted nothing better than to feel him deep inside me rooting away with his mighty pecker. I slid my hand up and down his love tube, teasing his wrinkled foreskin back wanting to nip it in my teeth and wriggle at it. He sighed as I rolled my hand around his big cockhead an' squeezed gently making it pop out of the saggy skin. "Ssh," I whispered, "Missy Jarvis will hear, keep on wi' yore reading will'ya," Grub nodded but his fingers kept trembling across the page as I worked him up real good, I stole glances back at Missy Jarvis just in case she came our way and kept rubbing his thick cock wishing I could just jump on it, Grub began wriggling a bit and worried about Missy Jarvis I almost missed it. "Huck," he whispered and then hissed at me, "Huck!". I woke up and realised he was close to blowing, I snuck a quick glance, Missy Jarvis was still busy and I bent down and took the head of his wide cock in my mouth, it just took, a couple of sucks and a flick of my tongue over his cock slit and there it was, a huge mouthful of boy cum, happily I guzzled down on his spurting cock swallowing the thick cream I loved so much. In fact I forgot where I was and commenced that sexy thing where I try to resurrect Grub's cock so I can get a second dose but Grub brought me back to earth. "What's this word Huck?" he asked loudly Dazed I looked up licking my lips and saw the worried look in his eyes, "Huh?" I started to say and then heard the sound of a swinging fan, 'Missy Jarvis' my senses roared. Quickly I hunched over Grub, hiding his still dribbling cock from view and began to help him with the long word. "That's 'sensible' Grub," I said and he pronounced the word several times as we spelt it with his fingers. Missy Jarvis stood close by for several minutes watching and listening as we worked down the page and halfway though the next. "Well done Tobias," she smiled, "and well done Huckleberry, you are doing a fine job with Tobias, I'm very impressed and pleased," then she walked away. I looked at Grub and he looked down at his cock, it was even harder now, despite our work and Missy Jarvis's closeness I had not let go and had been constantly stroking and squeezing the warm tube of teen cock. I saw the look in his eye and chanced a look for Missy Jarvis. She was bent over Connie Brooks book and I knew she would be stuck there for several minutes. I gave Grub one of my smiles. Carefully I bent down and began sucking him hard, Grub sighing almost silently as I tongued his cock head and cock ridge. I reached down and squeezed his balls, they felt good and ready and I grinned almost letting his cock out of my mouth. I went to work and with some quick flicks of my tongue over his head and rubbing under that awesome ridge he soon rewarded me with another ball load of his teen cream, this time I slurped for longer, leaving Grub to keep watch out and thanking Connie Brooks for doing such a bad job she kept Miss Jarvis busy until both me and Grub were satisfied. After school we headed straight into the woods, I was still horny and was looking forward to a proper service from Grub, he was also looking forward to it6 too, I could tell by the loose walk and the looming bulge between his legs. We got to the same spot pa had fucked me earlier and I stopped and stripped, Grub laughing as he too shrugged of his clothes. We stood there naked and kissing for several minutes getting ourselves all heated up, then down I went, I sat on the grass and rolled up my dungarees to form a pillow so that Grub could fuck me in the best position. He knelt down by my face so I could suck spittle onto his cock to help grease him up, pa's cum in my hole would help once he got in but I needed to lube his cockhead and my pussy entrance. Grub now got between my knees and mouthed up some saliva and began to kiss and lick my boycunt, he really went for it licking and sucking and heating me up real bad, I was holding his head up against me grinning with each stab of his long sticky tongue. Now he sat up and I held my cheeks wide open, slowly he slid his fucker in, slow enough to tease every wanting, lusting nerve in both our bodies, Grub had learned a lot over the last two years and we were both about to enjoy his learning. I gasped and grunted as he bottomed out, feeling that huge cock head rubbing up inside me, he was hitting those spots pa was too small to hit. I knew now that those two sucks in the classroom meant that he was not going to go too fast this time. Slowly now we made love, kissing and hugging and rubbing at each other making it feel real good. I felt his passion rising and rising his cock was pulsing and hitting me in that special place and I squeezed him with my love muscles watching the lust and love play across his face. Now we began to move faster and faster moving in unison to his desperate loving thrusts. I was clinging tight to him, my arms locked around his neck, my tongue fucking his mouth, my ankles were crossed over his backside hanging on as he rode me good and hard, his hands now were underneath my bum, grasping my cheeks in his hard work calloused hands, pushing me even deeper onto his cock. I felt the warmth begin, it was a big one and I let it start to roll, sighing and moaning, wriggling and writhing enjoying the pleasure pulsing through my body, Grub felt it and that got him going even harder, his cock was rocketing in and out of my hot pussy, creaming up against my passion spot every time. My breath was coming in short gasps now and I held him even tighter, feeling the tension in my muscles and then the white heat and the white lights began. Grub got there too, man its awesome when he punches his cock into my boy pussy when it goes into orgasm spasm, his battering ram of teen flesh, spitting its seed against my closing vice like love hole really heats me up even more and then he arched his back, yelping out loud and pushing up high inside me as he flooded by boy pussy with his cream, I felt every pulse, every bullet shot of his cream and I felt his love as we kissed throughout the climactic explosion. Afterwards we lay there just enjoying the feeling of the sexual delights as they continued to pulse gently through our bodies, I felt each twitch of his cock and he felt every pulse of my love tunnel. We both felt our hearts beating, the beats steadying until they beat at the same time, now we were replete. "I love you Huck," sighed Grub. I held my fourteen-year-old lover and hugged him tight, all I knew was that I always felt safe and secure and well loved when I lay with Grub, I knew the difference between what I did with pa and what I did with Grub but at eight years of age I knew squat about love but for all I knew this was love, so I did the proper thing and whispered back. "i love you too Grub," and he squeezed me tight too, it was a nice moment. Gradually life came back into Grub's cock, I felt the first pulse, the slight thickening and grinned, it was time for round two. We kissed tenderly readying ourselves and that was when we heard the sound of horses and people. "Stop lads, I gotta take a leak, that last jug of beer filled me over the top," came the loud voice over the jangling of reins and horses hooves. We lay still, I felt very vulnerable lying naked underneath my lover. There was a low murmur of voices and then came the sound of heavy footsteps, they were quite close and we stayed quiet and still. We heard the sound of pants being unbuttoned and the heavy breathing of a man getting ready to piss, this was followed by the sound of the falling stream hitting the leaves and the ground and we smelt the sour stink of beer piss. We held out breath and for some reason I found it exciting to. "C'mon Curly," a new deeper voice shouted, "we wanna get back to the ranch, I could do with a dip in the lake afore we eat, its hot n' hard and I'm tired after taking them steers into town." "Shut yo' mouth Red," grunted Curly, "I'm nearly finished and we have to feed the stock afore anyone gets to dip their toes." Curly bounced up and down, we could hear him as the last drips hit the ground, we heard the buttons being redone and almost breathed a sigh of relief, then as Curly turned to go he caught his boot on something, it turned out to be Grub's dungarees which were lying to one side. "What n' hell," muttered Curly, "dungarees out here," and then the bushes parted and I found myself looking up at Curly Jacobs, the eighteen-year-old son of the owner of the Lazy-Q ranch. "Well looksee what we have here," and he grinned, the sort of grin that boded no good. Grub quickly slid out of me and stood up, he looked beautiful standing there, naked his thick cock pointing out stiff, leaking and proud. "You leave us alone," he hissed, his hands clenching into fists. "My, my," grinned Curly, "now that's a pretty cute dick on you son and well now do I see young Huck Harker, fuck me, if he can take that big ol fucker of your'n then he'll have no trouble taking mine," and his grin got lewder. I stared up at him with frightened and yet excited eyes, I watched him scrutinise me, from his position he had a clear view between my legs where my pussy was slowly closing after Grub's hasty exit, a stream of boy cum was drooling down from my pussy to the grass and a strange excited look narrowed into his eyes. I did not know then but Curly knew my father well, he'd swung on pa's pecker when pa had worked for the Lazy-Q on a roundup, pa had worked with the ranch crew for a whole week and had worked the north range with Curly in tow, they had spent five nights away from the ranch-house, bunking down on the grass round their camp fire at night after rounding up the steers on the north range. Curly knew all about how to get pleasure with a man, his older brothers had taught him well and he knew what happened in the bunkhouse during the weeknights when the crew had to stay on the ranch, weekends they hit the town and its two whorehouses but if a man felt the need then his fellow crewmembers knew how to take care of one another and the ranch owner and his sons all knew the score. Curly smiled as he stared at Huck's boy pussy, after swinging on his ol' mans pecker it was a chance to get a taste of what that pecker could actually breed. "Hey boys," he called out, "looks like we got delayed with them steers, we got summa't better than them town whores to play with. Come and see what sweet boyish delights have fallen into our laps." There was a rustle of sound and murmuring voices and then four more faces appeared around Curly's. I recognised some of the lads from the Lazy-Q, I'd seen my paw drinking with them in town. Grub bristled up at the gang, he still looked magnificent standing there still naked, his muscles bristling and his hands clenching and unclenching. "Red grab the boy," Curly pointed at Grub and the tallest red headed muscular cowboy moved forward and grabbed Grub round the chest, trapping his arms. "Run Huck," Grub shouted as he struggled in the huge man's arms but I knew there was no chance to run plus something was stirring inside me, a tickle I did and didn't want scratched. Curly smiled that sneering smile as he stepped forward unbuckling his gun belt and handing it off to one of the other men, then he unbuckled his jeans belt and proceeded to drop them and his dirty grey underbritches. I caught sight of his pointed five-inch cock, it was thinner than pa's, his balls were like little hairy eggs swaying loosely in the breeze, he tugged of his waistcoat and shrugged of his shirt, he was not wearing a vest, it was too warm a day for an undervest so I could see his tanned hairless muscular body, for some reason I noticed his long hanging teats, they looked like they had been tugged and sucked and pulled on many a time. He knelt down between my legs and pulled them further apart. "Now lets see what Josh Harker has bred with that ol' pecker of his," he sneered again. To be continued..... Comments to lostinspace1966@live.com