Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 13:10:09 -0600 From: twocatmen Subject: Drew Series, Part 19 (gay/incest/raunch) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit acts of boys discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic writing about sex between underage boys and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal use, but if you wish to re-post it at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the subject matter distasteful or offensive, then please leave now. Copyright 2008 Twocatmen, All Rights Reserved. By the time Bud and me got showered, Daddy already had bacon and eggs on the table. As we sat down and started eatin', I noticed he had a devilish gleam in his eye. I asked, "What we gonna do, Daddy?" "Just teach that old two-faced self-righteous fraud a thing or two," Daddy replied. "I borrowed some pants and shoes from Uncle Jack last night. You boys finish up now and get your clothes laid out in your bedroom. We'll have to see what we can find that still fits." Bud looked over at me and smiled. We knew Daddy was on a mission and it was just best to go along with whatever his plan was. After we ate, we stacked the dishes in the sink and hurried back to our bedroom. While Bud brushed his teeth, I pulled out all our Sunday clothes and laid `em on the bed. It'd been at least a couple years since we'd had `em on. My pants was way too tight and short. Just as I was modelin' in front of the mirror, Daddy came in all dressed up with a shirt and tie on lookin' sexier'n ever. "You boys get over here now and let's see what we have." He frowned when he saw my short pants and tight shirt. He grabbed Bud's old dress pants and had me try them on. They were a little tight, but plenty long enough. "Those will have to do, and make sure you don't wear any underwear." Bud came out of the bathroom about that time, so Daddy handed him a pair of suit pants. They fit to a tee, so then he worked on shirts and ties for us. Once we was all dressed, he stood back and looked us over. "If that ain't a pretty picture," Daddy said proudly. While I went back to brush my teeth and comb my hair, Bud asked a little nervous like, "What we gonna do when we get to church, Daddy?" "Don't know yet," Daddy replied. "We'll just have to see what happens when we get there." We got to town around 8:00 and church didn't start `til 8:30, but there was already cars parked ever'where. We found a spot around the corner from the church and Daddy said, "This'll make for a good getaway spot." Bud looked over at me kind of anxious and scared. When we got inside, there weren't no greeter like the last time we'd been to church. I could hear a lot of commotion and women chatterin' over in the fellowship hall, but the doors was closed. There weren't nobody over on the church side. We stood around for about five minutes before old lady Martindale came out of the fellowship hall. She had on a fancy purple dress and hat with feathers and sparkly stuff on it. She looked surprised to see us. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't think anybody would be here this early." While she handed us each a program, and shook our hands, she continued, "The ladies are preparing for the conference luncheon today, so Pastor Jenkins had a special service for us last night. You men probably won't have any trouble findin' an empty place today." Daddy nodded and put his hand on our backs and led us right down to the front pew. I always get kind of nervous and sweaty in church and I caught a whiff of a good stink brewin' in my pits. When they built the new church, they didn't put in no air conditionin' and it was always hotter'n hell in there. I noticed Daddy and Bud was already pittin' out their shirts too. I could smell their manly aromas and it made me instantly horny. We sat down with Daddy in the middle and waited. It weren't long 'fore some other people showed up. A group of real old ladies came and sat way in the back pew, and then some of the men started a comin'. Daddy got up a couple of times, and went back to talk to some of the guys in whispered tones. I could see `em noddin' their heads and smilin'. Daddy was just a grinnin' each time he came back to sit down. He had that wild and wound up look he gets in his eyes sometimes. About five minutes before the service was supposed to start, a door creaked opened up at the back of the church and out came old Pastor Jenkins. He had on some long black robes and was lookin' all holy and important. I couldn't help but smile when I remembered what he'd looked like when we caught him out at the station. The fancy robes definitely looked better than the old house dress he'd been wearin' out there. He didn't even look at the congregation, but instead just sat down on a bench in the back readin' outta the bible he was carryin'. I heard some rustlin' in the back and when I turned around I could see a lot of the guys movin' up closer to the front. Mr. Kramer had Joey with him and came right up to the front pew on the other side and sat down. Daddy kept checkin' his watch nervously and we was all itchin' for the old fart to get up and get the service a goin'. When Pastor Jenkins finally did get up and stood in front of the church lookin' out, he got a shocked look in his eyes. I could see his face redden up some as he spied Bud and me in the front row, and he cleared his throat a couple of times `fore beginnin' the service. The first part of the service went just like normal. We said a few prayers, read some out of the bible, and sang some hymns I didn't know the words to. When the pastor got behind the pulpit to give his sermon, Daddy whispered in our ears, "Here we go." The pastor began, "Since most of the ladies in our congregation are preparing for the luncheon today, I thought I would take this opportunity to address all the men here; the grandfathers, fathers, and sons sitting out there whose influence on the moral fiber of our community cannot be understated. It is you who our families depend on for strength and courage. Your honesty and fidelity, protects our community from the ravages of adultery and deceit." At that point Daddy spread his legs and began fondlin' his mammoth schlong through the thin material of Uncle Jack's slacks. I could see he was already half hard and his pants were stretched tight around the bulge in front. I looked around nervously to make sure nobody was watchin' him, but realized the guys right behind us was doin' the same thing. Pastor Jenkins looked up from the papers he was readin' from and stopped suddenly. I watched as his mouth fell open and his eyes glazed over. He licked his lips hungrily. Clearin' his throat he started speakin' again, but you could tell he was havin' trouble concentratin'. His voice cracked and I could see his hand a shakin' when he tried to turn the pages. He yammered on, "Being faithful and true to one's self and one's family . . ." What a hypocrite I thought to myself. I heard a zipper, and looked down to see Daddy fishin' his huge naked prick out his pants. Bud was doin' the same thing, but I froze for a minute rememberin' where we was. I looked around again and could see the guys behind us all had their cocks out and were a strokin'. From behind you probably couldn't tell nothin' was goin' on, but from high above in his pulpit, the pastor had a clear view. Then glancin' off to the side, I saw Joey layin' down on the pew across the aisle with his pants pulled down. He was suckin' on his Daddy's cock while Mr. Kramer worked his fuck finger up the boys creamy white butt. The stale hot air in front of the church was filled with the smell of man crotch and sweat. Satisfied I weren't alone, I unzipped and pulled out my cock and started strokin' along with the rest of the guys. Pastor Jenkins stuttered some and then fell silent. He stood there lookin' out over the obscene spectacle with his eyes all glassy and crazed lookin'. I watched as a gob of spittle drooled out the corner of his gapin' mouth. His face was red as a beet and he was visibly tremblin'. About that time, Daddy tried to suppress a low deep moan. He peeled himself back and shot an arc of cum at least two feet in the air. It was followed by several more blasts spottin' the floor in front of us. A moment later Bud moaned and added his spooge to the spots on the floor. There were muffled groans comin' from all around me. The smell of fresh cum hung heavy in the air. I felt my face flush and my toes curled inside my dress shoes as I let loose and sprayed my load out on the floor at my feet. Just then I felt somethin' hit the back of my head and reached around to find a gooey wet spot in my hair. Ricky, a guy I knew from school was sittin' behind me and just grinned as I licked off my fingers. Pastor Jenkins stumbled out of the pulpit and down the steps. He was dazed and foamin' at the mouth like some kind of rabid dog. He pulled the robes he was wearin' over his head and threw them behind him and ripped open his shirt. I heard one of the old ladies in back gasp. He unzipped his pants and let them drop. He weren't wearin' no underwear and his thin little five incher was poked up hard and throbbin'. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out his pants and stood there nearly naked in front of his flock. Then he dropped to floor in front of Daddy Bud and me and started lickin' up our cum off the floor. With some effort, Daddy tucked his still bloated hog away, and Bud and me followed suit. "I think our work is done here," he said as get got up and led us right down the center aisle. All the guys up front were grinnin'. Some of them were still strokin' and others were lickin' the cum off their fingers as they tucked their cocks back in. The old ladies in the back had already exited, and as we reached the front door, I could hear one of them over in the fellowship hall sobbin' and tellin' about Pastor Jenkin's bizarre behavior. Before we even got outside, the door to the fellowship hall burst open and a flood of concerned church ladies were headed out into the sanctuary to see what all the fuss was about. Daddy, Bud and me broke up laughin' as we ran out the door and over to where the pickup was parked. We all undid our ties and took off our shirts `fore we jumped in and headed home. Even after we got more'n block away we could still hear women shriekin' back at the church. We all continued to talk and laugh about the pastor as we headed home. When we turned up our road Daddy noticed the sheriff's car parked along side about a mile from our place. He pulled up beside it, and the deputy got out and walked up to us. Daddy asked, "What you doin' out here Marcus?" "Sheriff thought it might be a good idea to have a sentry this round in case some of the wives decide to crash the cookout again," Marcus replied. "After what happened over at the Travis's place the last time, he ain't takin' no chances." "That's probably a good idea," Daddy chuckled. "You ain't gonna get to come up to the cookout at all then?" "Sheriff said he'd come down and relieve me later on," the handsome young man replied. I noticed how his big arms and chest stretched out his blue uniform shirt. "Sure hate to miss out on all the fun though." Daddy asked, "Bud, why don't you take off those good pants and keep Marcus here company for a while? You don't mind, do ya?" Bud gotta a big ole grin on his face. He jumped outta the truck and stripped off his pants in two seconds flat, tossin' `em back inside. As we drove off down the road, I looked back to see him crouched down unzippin' the sexy young deputy's uniform pants. Daddy looked over at me and said, "Don't worry, Drew. There's gonna be plenty of cock for you today too. I've been braggin' about you all over town, so all the guys are gonna be lined up to try out your throat and tight little butt." When we drove up next to the trailer, I could see another police car parked across the road in the shade. We climbed out and stripped outta our clothes. I gathered `em all up and followed Daddy around the side of the trailer. I weren't payin' much attention when I ran smack dab into somebody. "Whoa! Hold on there," a man said in a balls deep rich masculine voice. "Hey Mike," Daddy said. "Hey Jim," the man replied. Lookin' up, I realized it was Sheriff Mike. I musta stood there for a good two minutes with my mouth wide open. The sheriff is a big man, well over six foot tall with his blonde hair cut short military style. His tanned and rugged face always seemed to have about two days worth of stubble, and his piercin' blue eyes cut right through me. I'd seen Sheriff Mike many times before, but never like this. He was completely naked except for his belt with his gun in the holster and a black night stick hangin' off the side. His bulgin' arms and thick muscled legs were covered in dense blonde curlies. Although his chest was nearly hairless, he had a huge bush of darker hairs in his pits. Those same dirty blonde hairs clustered around his navel and trailed down to the forest in his crotch. What caught my attention most though was his gigantic cock. It hung down a good seven inches and even soft was nearly as thick as his bully club. I could see the tip of his foreskin was moist and I hoped to find a tangy treat hidin' in there. As he raised his arm up to drink his beer, the sheriff's pit smell hit me like a slap on the face, bringin' me back to my senses. "I'll take these on inside," Daddy said grinnin' as he took the stack of clothes outta my arms. Sheriff Mike smiled at me showin' off his dazzlin' white teeth and then leaned back nonchalantly against the trailer and spread his legs some. As he took another swig of his beer, he reached out and put his huge paw on my shoulder and pulled me toward him. Puttin' his hand under my chin, he forced my gaze up and away from his crotch as he leaned down to kiss me. He opened his mouth, and beer poured out into mine followed by his fat tongue. We sucked face and swapped the foamy beer back and forth `til it was gone. Standin' on my tip toes I could huff Mike's pits and started lickin' out his salty stink. He drank the last of his beer, crushed the can and threw it aside as I sucked and chewed on his nipples. His immense cock was now at full mast; at least nine inches of pure naked man meat. Leanin' down, I peeled him back and was not disappointed. Sheriff Mike had a full head of nasty white smegma. I groaned in lust and my mouth watered as I sniffed his rank dirty cock. Extendin' my tongue, I scooped up a glob of his pungent cheese and rolled it around in my mouth, savorin' his manly essence. Skinnin' him back up, I decided to save the rest for later. I wetted his thick veiny shaft with my tongue before engulfin' the end of his club and swallowin' the sheriff down to his pubes. He shouted, "Aw fuck!" Runnin' his hands through my hair, the sheriff started pumpin' his thick rod in and out of my throat. I cradled his huge hairy bull nuts in my hand while he fucked my throat slow and steady. I licked the underside of his shaft as it slid in and out, tastin' some of his salty precum. It didn't take him long to stiffen up and I felt his thick prod stretch my throat even more. He let out a deep growl and grabbed the back of my head as he buried his bone in my throat and pumped me full of his spooge. I nearly passed out as I felt my throat muscles convulse around his spewin' shaft. Then he let up and I pulled back off. I could finally breathe again, and gaspin' I licked the throat slime and leftover cum off his shaft. Daddy asked, "Wanna another cold one, Mike?" He came around the corner with beers for each of us. "I need that," Mike laughed as he tried to catch his breath. "You weren't lyin'. Best blowjob I've ever had." He popped open his beer and took a swig while I continued nursin' his gorgeous cock. Daddy was beamin' with pride. "He's not just a great cocksucker, you really need to give his tight little ass a try." Mike was still breathin' heavy with sweat pourin' down his hard muscular chest. He patted me on the head and said, "I plan on it, but it's gonna have to wait `til later. I told Marcus I'd relieve him as soon as the guys start comin'." "Don't have to worry about Marcus," Daddy replied. "We left my boy Bud down there with him. I imagine his balls`ve been drained at least three times by now. What do you think, Drew?" "Yup, maybe more," I replied lickin' the last of the tasty cheese out from under Mike's foreskin. "Well, I'd better at least sit down for a minute," Mike said. Daddy pulled me up to my feet and kissed me. "Mike's got damned good cheese, don't he?" I smiled as we headed over to the patio. We'd just sat down when the door to Uncle Jack's trailer opened up and he, Mark and Jesse came wanderin' out buck naked. "Hey Mike," Uncle Jesse said. "I was checking you guys out through the window. Looks like you're getting started early." "Don't worry," Sheriff Mike replied. "I'm just rechargin' for the next round." Cars and pickups started drivin' up and I could hear men laughin' and talkin'. Daddy grabbed me by the shoulder and asked me to help him bring out the coolers. He had five big coolers full of ice and beers sittin' just inside the trailer door, so we grabbed the first one and hauled it outside and set it by the patio. The men must've either drove out naked or left their clothes in the car, `cuz everybody comin' around the side of the trailer was nude. Daddy saw my wide eyed gaze, and said to me, "Party time!" Over the next hour or so, more and more cars pulled up along side the road. All in all, I'd say about a sixty guys showed up. Daddy had me help him light up the grill and we cooked hotdogs, brats and hamburgers. Most of the men brought beer with `em, and some kind of salad, chips, or dessert. Uncle Jack, Jesse, and Mark set up card tables for the food while I circulated around with platters of burgers and brats. Some of the guys were older like Mr. Conley the barber, the principal Mr. Fessler, and that high school math teacher Uncle Jack replaced, Mr. Cole. Some guys brought their sons, mostly my age or older, but Mr. Kramer was there with Joey. There were cocks of all sizes shapes and colors. I felt like I was at a feast, but since nobody was foolin' around yet, I could only look for the time bein'. "Quite a performance you put on at church this mornin'," Mr. Kramer said to Daddy. The two of them laughed. He had Joey up on his shoulders with the boys legs danglin' down on his chest. "Somethin' we've needed to do for a long time now," Daddy replied. "Maybe we can get a young preacher now right out of seminary," Mr. Kramer said. "I've heard about what goes on in seminary," Daddy snickered. "That's why they call it semen - ary." They both laughed. Daddy loaded up my platter with another round of burgers and pointed over to some guys that were standin' over by woods with empty plates. As I headed over that way, I heard some talkin' I didn't understand. Lookin' off to the side, there was Jesus, Claudio, and five other Hispanic men comin' around the corner of the trailer. They were in dusty work clothes and all were talkin' excitedly in Spanish. Uncle Jack walked up and shook hands with Jesus and then asked him if they'd like to go inside and take off their clothes. Claudio had one of those baby carriers with Juan Carlos in tow and the same backpack he'd had the last time. He set the carrier down on one of the benches and started peelin' off his clothes right there. He handed them to Jesus who went runnin' to catch up with Uncle Jack and the others. Claudio sat down and took his naked baby out of the carrier and stood up and began to walk around. He spotted me handin' out burgers and headed over my way. "Hola," he said. "Good to see you again." "You too," I replied. "I'm glad you guys could make it." About that time, I felt somebody pinch my butt cheek. I turned to see it was our principal Mr. Fessler. "You've certainly grown, my boy," he said oglin' my crotch. "I may just have to call you into my office next year." He winked and grabbed hold of my cock playfully before takin' a hamburger and wanderin' off into the crowd. "Damn, there is so many guys," Claudio said. Jesus came out of the trailer naked about that time, tailed by the five others. Claudio waved at them and said, "My cousins, they wanna come too. Is okay?" "Sure," I replied. "We got plenty of food." My mouth watered as I watched the parade of brown studs approachin' us. I recognized a couple of `em from the movin' crew, but there was three I hadn't seen before. "You like Armando," Claudio said grinnin'. "He got a big one." Armando was indeed the stud of the group, with a thick brown sausage danglin' down a good six inches soft. He was taller then the rest and had a dustin' of dark fur over his chest. Claudio introduced me to all his cousins, but I knew I'd only remember Armando's name. Daddy yelled that he had some brats ready to go, so I excused myself and headed back over to the grill. "Hey Drew," a gentle voice came out from the crowd. I turned to see Billy Thompson from my class at school. "Hey Billy," I replied. I'd always had a secret crush on him. He wasn't really a stud or anythin', but just a nice guy. He came up to me and shifted around like he didn't know what to say. Finally, he leaned over and whispered, "Is there someplace we can go to be like by ourselves later on?" "Sure," I replied. Before he could pull away, I grabbed the back of his head and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He giggled shyly and tried to hide his growin' boner. I tweaked his nipple before he slipped off to the edge of the trees. When I finally got back to the grill, Daddy asked, "You havin' a good time?" "I can't believe all the guys that are here," I said to Daddy. "Pretty amazin', isn't it? When you get right down to it, all guys are pretty much alike, and just lookin' to have a few laughs and a good time," Daddy explained. "Why don't you and your little friend there walk down and relieve Bud and Marcus when you're done with this round." He winked at me, and I just smiled. I finished passin' out the rest of the brats, and looked around for Billy, but he wasn't by the trees anymore. Then I saw him standin' over beside Uncle Jack's trailer. I called out, "Hey Billy!" He seemed startled, and glanced around before he saw me. He got a big smile on his face as I walked toward him. "You wanna walk down the road a ways with me and relieve the deputy for awhile?" "Sure," he replied casually, tryin' to suppress his enthusiasm. I knew he was as excited as I was, but tryin' to be cool about it. We headed out naked down the road together, walkin' on the shaded side so we wouldn't burn our feet. We didn't talk, but I kept glancin' over to check out Billy and he was doin' the same to me. Billy was about my height, but thinner. He had a shock of straight thick dark brown hair on his head. His face wasn't real handsome, but pleasant with close set, soulful deep brown eyes, bushy eyebrows and cherry red pouty lips. His pale body was nearly hairless except for a small bush around the base of his average sized cock. Almost ever'thin' about Billy's appearance was average, but he had a genuine kindness and sweetness about him that drawed me to him. He was one of those gentle souls you just want to wrap up in your arms and protect. As we neared the police car, I could see the two passenger side doors were open and someone was crotched down between `em. I called out, "Hey guys, how you doin'?" Bud glanced around the side of the door and I heard him say somethin' to Marcus. Billy and me walked around to see Bud crotched down eatin' out Marcus's hairy ass. From the cum drippin' out, I guess Bud had just finished fuckin' him. "We're here to relieve you guys if you wanna go up to the cookout for awhile," I offered. "About time," Bud said smilin' as he stood up. "We was runnin' outta stuff to do down here." He had cum and ass juice runnin' down his chin. Marcus got up off the car seat and stood up. His thick bloated cock was drippin' snot outta his pucker, so Bud reached down and caught it with his finger and fed it to him. The two of them kissed, and Marcus cleaned off Bud's chin. "Appreciate it," Marcus said to Billy and me as he and Bud took off up the road. I leaned into the front of the police car and looked at all the gadgets. Malcolm's uniform was crumpled up on the floor. "We better not touch anythin' up here," I said. "Let's get in back." Billy got into the back seat of the car. He hadn't said a word since we'd left the cookout. I climbed in and scooted over next to him. He was shakin' like a leaf, so I put my arm around him and kissed him gently on the lips. He moaned softly. Wrappin' his arms around me he pulled me against him and our warm sweaty bodies pressed together. He smelled and tasted so sweet, like fresh baked bread and apple cider. As we continued kissin' I laid him back and began tastin' and explorin' his body. Even his sweaty armpits tasted like apples. When I sucked on his nipples he whimpered like a puppy. I kept workin' my way down `til I found his throbbin' woody. Luckily, Billy was a grower, and his cock had plumped up to a good hefty six incher. I peeled him back, and found just a faint residue of cheese under his hood. He was leakin' like a faucet though and I lapped up all his tasty nectar. With my hand still wrapped around his dick, he suddenly convulsed and began spewin' out a load of watery cum. His whole body shook violently. Tears rolled down his face, as I lapped up all his tasty offerin'. I crawled back in on top of Billy and kissed him again gently. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed. I asked, "Sorry about what?" He replied, "I didn't mean to . . . I mean that was my first . . ." Billy didn't finish, but instead started cryin'. I could see he was real shook, so I asked, "You ain't never cummed before?" He buried his face in my armpit and continued sobbin'. I just held him tight while I remember back to my first time. It had only been a short while ago, but so much had happened since, it seemed like ages ago. I remembered how embarrassed I'd been about passin' out and all, but Daddy and Bud were so understandin'. I realized then I had a big responsibility. This was Billy's first time, and I had to make sure it'd be somethin' wonderful he would remember forever. "Don't cry Billy," I said. "I cummed right away my first time too, and then I passed out." He stopped sobbin' and sat up wipin' his eyes. "You did?" "Hell yes, it weren't long ago. I thought I'd died." We both laughed. "Me too." Billy confided. I leaned over and kissed him again. Not a sweet gentle kiss this time, but a passionate tongue kiss. He moaned and we swapped spit while we touched and carressed each other's naked bodies. This time I leaned back and let Billy explore. He seemed to especially enjoy my rank armpits and spent a good deal of time lickin' `em out. Then he turned his attention to my nipples, and sucked and nibbled at `em playfully. He ran his tongue down my belly and cleaned out my navel before wrappin' his tremblin' hand around the shaft of my huge pulsin' cock. "It's so big," Billy exclaimed as he skinned me back and began lappin' up my cheese and precum. I ran my fingers through his hair tenderly and even though his teeth scraped me painfully several times, I moaned and groaned like he was givin' me the best blowjob ever. It was takin' quite a while for me to cum and I could see Billy's jaw was getting' tired. I closed my eyes and tried to image it were Bud or Daddy down there blowin' me. Finally, the feelin' started buildin' up inside me and I knew I was gonna blow. "I'm cummin'", I warned Billy. He just kept on suckin' as I shook all over and emptied my balls in his sweet little mouth. Billy licked at my cock head `til it was too sensitive and I had to pull him up on top of me. We kissed and held each other. "Thank you," Billy said. He laid his head down on my chest. "I never dreamed in a million years I'd ever get to have my first time with you. Thank you for bein' so nice to me, and makin' me feel so good." "It was great for me too," I lied. Billy looked up at me and smiled in his shy and endearin' way. "I wish you meant that for real, but it's okay, Drew. You're such a good guy, and I hope we can still be friends." "You kiddin'? You'll always be my friend, Billy," I replied. Billy hugged me and then said, "I promise I won't come around all the time pesterin' ya, but maybe like you and me could get together again sometime." "I'd like that," I replied and meant it. We sat and talked and held each other for probably a good half hour. Marcus finally came staggerin' back down the road with some older guy I didn't know with him. They was singin' and laughin', and I could tell they had a good buzz on. Marcus was carryin' a bucket filled with beers, and his friend had a couple plates of food. As they got closer, Billy and me got out and walked up to `em. Marcus set down the bucket of beers wrapped his arms around me and we started tongue kissin'. He ground his hard cock against me and whispered in my ear, "Are you as hot a little fucker as your brother?" I thought about stayin' there and playin' around with `em, but then I remembered I had Billy with me. I pushed Marcus away and told him I'd try to come back down later. He just gave me a lopsided grin. Billy had already started walkin' up the road, so I ran to catch up. "You coulda stayed with those guys," he said. "I didn't want you to walk back by yourself. `Sides the party should be in full swing by now. We don't wanna miss that," I replied. Billy gave me one of his killer smiles, so I put my arm around him as we walked back up the road together. `Fore we'd even gone half way, I heard a vehicle drivin' up behind us. Billy got all big eyed and scared, but I assured him Marcus wouldn't let anybody but partygoers through. Then I remembered how drunk Marcus was, and worried a little myself. We got off on the side of the road, and as I turned around, a familiar truck pulled up along side us. "Hello there men," Malcolm said grinnin' from ear to ear. "Do I need your approval to pass down this road too?" "Come on, Billy," I cried as we scrambled around to the passenger side of Malcolm's truck and climbed in. After we were inside, I asked, "Can we ride along up with you?" I was in the middle and rubbin' the huge mound in Malcolm's threadbare jeans. "I don't see that I have much choice," Malcolm replied. He tweaked my nipple as we took off up the road. "I sure have missed you," I told Malcolm. "You mean you've missed this," Malcolm said as he unbuttoned his old 501's and pulled out his gigantic cock. Billy just kept starin' at it all big eyed. "Who's your friend here?" "This is Billy. He's in my class at school. Billy, this is Malcolm." Billy still didn't say a word, but kept starin' at Malcolm's magnificent rod. Malcolm just chuckled as we pulled up at the end of the long line of vehicles parked along the road. "Looks like a pretty good turnout," Malcolm commented as he finished pullin' off his jeans and shirt and kicked off his boots. Once we were all out, he locked up his pickup before he headed toward the trailers with Billy and me fallin' in at his sides. As we walked, Billy asked Malcolm, "Can I touch it?" "You can do anything you want with it," Malcolm replied. He was still soft, but I knew his cock was the biggest one Billy had ever seen. Billy reached out and stroked the giant black velvety monster gently before tryin' to wrap his hand around it. "Geez, I didn' think they got this big," he said in disbelief. We'd reached the trailers by then. As we rounded the corner, a totally different scene greated us from when we'd left. The guys weren't all just standin' around visitin' and eatin' anymore. Instead, there were groups of guys makin' out all over. Daddy was just comin' outta the trailer with another case of beer. "Malcolm! You made it," he shouted as he stepped over a couple guys fuckin' on the patio to reach us. He grabbed a hold of Malcolm's giant black schlong. "Damn, I think it's growed!" "It's growing, that for sure," Malcolm said grinnin'. He was startin' to bloat up some and his cock was half way down to his knee. Daddy asked, "You hungry?" "Maybe later," Malcolm replied. "I've gotta couple other things waiting to fill my appetite right now." He reached behind and fingered Billy and my asses. "Well, I'll leave you to it then," Daddy winked at us. He handed Malcolm a beer and took the rest over and started fillin' up one of the coolers again. "Why don't we find some place a little quieter," Malcolm pointed to the clearin'. With his finger messagin' my butt lips we headed across a throng of naked men in all stages of sexual contact. Mr. Fessler, the principal, was eatin' out and fingerin' one of the senior class boys. Mr. Conley, the barber, was givin' Mr. Kramer a haircut in the nude while Joey suckled his Daddy's cock. Mark was layin' on the ground with Claudio ridin' his hog. Jesse was squatted over Mark's face and tongue kissin' Claudio. Jesus was sittin' in a lawn chair watchin'. He had the baby propped up in his lap straddlin' his hard cock. Little Juan Carlos had his tiny hands on Jesus's shaft and was nursin' at the pucker of foreskin on the end like a pacifier. The smell of sweat, body odors, assholes and piss hung heavy in the humid air. When we reached the clearin', Uncle Jack was there in the middle with a group of guys from school. He had a big blanked spread out of the grass and two guys were wrestlin' naked. "That's it, now," Uncle Jack said excitedly, as one of the guys pinned the other by sittin' on his face. The guy that was pinned started lickin' the other's hole. Uncle Jack took a drink of his beer and noticed us standin' by watchin'. He just grinned and said, "Wrestlin' tryouts." Malcolm pointed over to the trail, so we all took off in that direction. We passed by Daddy's boss Mack and his brother Dan. They was all wet from swimmin'. Mack grabbed hold of my ass cheek and said, "Your Daddy promised me a piece of that `fore the day's out." He gave me a quick tongue kiss before Dan grabbed a hold of him and dragged him off down the trail. I hoped I'd get a chance to swing on Mack's fat prick, but right now I had bigger fish to fry. When we reached the creek, we heard lots of laughin' and splashin' comin' from downstream, so I grabbed Billy and Malcolm's hands and led them upstream. We got to the place where the old tree spanned the stream. Without sayin' a word, Malcolm lifted Billy up and sat him on the tree trunk and wrapped his thick dark lips around Billy's pale cock. I squatted down behind Malcolm and pulled his sweaty butt cheeks apart. Findin' his pucker, I buried my tongue up his tasty hole. I heard Malcolm moan in appreciation. I reached around and stroked his immense dong while I sucked and nibbled at his shit lips. I wetted a couple of my fingers and probed deep inside Malcolm's chute, findin' the end of a hard turd inside. "Been savin' that for you," Malcolm said. About that time, I heard Billy sigh, and knew he was cummin'. "Damn boy, you're fast," Malcolm commented as he continued suckin'. "I'm sorry," Billy apologized. "Nothin' to be sorry about. If that ass is as sweet as your cock, I'll be eatin' you out all day long. Why don't we head on over there where we can get more comfortable," Malcolm suggested. He pointed to a grassy spot along side the creek. Liftin' Billy off the trunk, he carried him across the stream, and set him down in the grass. Instinctively, Billy laid down and pulled his knees back, openin' up his virgin pink pucker to Malcolm's long black fingers. "Damn, you are tight boy," Malcolm said as he probed inside Billy. Malcolm was squatted down, so I got behind him and laid down with my mouth clamped over his hole. As I started lickin' and probin' with my tongue, I felt him push out and kiss me with his butt lips. A silent, but pungent fart escaped his bowels and made my mouth water. As I breathed in it's aroma, the end of his turd poked through and met my tongue. He pushed out some more, and a small hard piece popped out into my mouth, followed by the end of his massive nubby shit log. I could hear Malcolm strainin' so I circled my tongue around the end of his turd to help lubricate it's exit. Finally, it shot out a few inches in all it's thick and knobby glory. Slidin' past my tongue, Malcolm's turd found it's way down my throat and into my belly. Inch after inch, it kept comin'. Thinnin' and becomin' smoother at the end, he pinched off after I'd swallowed at least a foot or more. He farted again, but his time it was less aromatic. I dug my tongue up deep inside him and sucked out a little gravy, but couldn't find no more treasure. "Your turn," Malcolm said. He laid down on his back and told me to sit on his face. Billy sat up and took hold of Malcolm's cock. His brown eyes were wide with delight. He pulled Malcolm's foreskin back and licked around his head like it was a giant lollypop. Malcolm was suckin' and fingerin' my hole like crazy. He found my special place inside and messaged me until my cock was leakin' all over his chest. "I want you to fuck him while I fuck you," Malcolm commanded. His eyes were filled with lust as he sat up. I told Billy to turn over and get up on all fours, and I did the same behind him. I licked his butt and fingered him some, but he was still real tight. My cock was leakin' bad, so I took some of my precum and lubed him up good. I asked him, "You ready?" I felt Billy tense up as I probed at his ass lips with the head of my cock. "Just relax, and push out like you're gonna shit," I instructed. As I sank the head of my cock into Billy, Malcolm started rubbin' his huge dick head against my quiverin' butt. Billy cried out, so I slowed down some, but then Malcolm pushed forward, and I speared Billy all the way down to my pubes. He sucked in air real quick, so I wrapped my arms around him and tweaked his nipples. I whispered in his ear, "You okay?" At first I thought Billy was cryin'. His body was shakin' some, but then I heard him say in that gentle voice, "It's okay now." Malcolm took that as his queue and continued skewerin' me from behind. Deeper and deeper he went until I felt his pubes scratchin' against my stretched out shit lips. He rested for just a moment and then pulled out a little and started fuckin' me deep and slow. Each time Malcolm thrust inside me, it forced my cock in and out of Billy's hot tight ass. I ran one of my hands down Billy's chest to his crotch and found his hard throbbin' woody. I knew then that he was enjoyin' his first ride. His cock was wet and slippery and I wondered if he'd cummed already. With Malcolm's mammoth hog reachin' all those special places inside me, and my randy prick enveloped in Billy's smooth tight chute, I couldn't hold off long. I felt my whole body convulse and I let out a holler as I dumped my load inside Billy. At that same time, I felt Malcolm's cock swell to even more enormous proportions as he planted his seed in my guts. Malcolm collapsed on me, and I in turn collapsed on Billy. We laid their pantin' and groanin' for a few minutes until Malcolm pulled out of me with a plop and rolled over to the side. I asked Billy, "Did you cum?" "Two times," he replied still tryin' to catch his breath. I rolled over off Billy and he turned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "This has been the best day of my life," he said. "And it ain't over yet," I added smilin'. About that time, I heard some splashin' and looked over to see Sheriff Mike and Daddy's boss Mack wadin' up stream. "We've come to take Drew into custody," Mike shouted as they got closer. I looked over at Malcolm and Billy. "You go ahead," Malcolm said. "Billy and me can keep each other company for awhile. I waded out to the two studs standin' midstream. Mike pulled out a pair of handcuffs while Mack pulled my arms behind my back so he could lock `em on. While Mack grabbed my shoulder and started leadin' me away, Mike took off his night stick and rubbed it up and down my butt crack. I turned for just a moment to glimpse Billy and Malcolm in a passionate kiss. Malcolm had one of his thick black fingers up to the knuckle in Billy's juicy butt. I smiled to myself and knew this truly would be the biggest and best day of Billy's life. As Mack pulled me back around to face front, I wondered what was in store for me.