Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2008 13:11:03 -0600
From: twocatmen <twocatmen@cox.net>
Subject: Drew's Story, Part 21 (gay/incest/raunch)

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Billy was walkin' a little funny, but I noticed Malcolm had his hand behind
him and musta been fingerin' his butt.  The contrast of his pale skin
against Malcolm's ebony black was amazin' in the flickerin' fire light.
"We sort of fell asleep down by the creek," Malcolm said as they
approached.  He was grinnin' from ear to ear.  His huge black cudgel hung
down thick and heavy.  It was bloated up like it'd just cum, but could go
another round or two if he wanted.  Even from a few feet away, I could
smell that all day sex stink on `em; rank armpits, sweaty fucked out
assholes, cum, and dried piss.  My mouth watered.

"Looks like we'll need another blanket," Daddy observed.  He took off
toward the trailer, while Malcolm and Billy stood near and watched the fire
with us.  Mark and Jesse were half heartedly roastin' a marshmallow in the
flames.  I heard a slurpin' noise and watched as Malcolm pulled his fat
fingers outta Billy's butt and then let Billy lick `em clean.  I saw a love
struck look in Billy's eyes that made me so happy for him, but little
worried at the same time.

Daddy was gone for quite a while.  Bud finished up his beer and tossed the
can aside.  "Gotta piss," he said matter of fact like.

He stood up and stretched as I wrapped my mouth around his hog and sucked
down his warm salty pee.  He kept it at a nice even flow so I could gulp it
down easy.  After he was done I cleaned out his skin good.  His bush
smelled so nasty and rank.  He slapped his cock against my tongue a few
times `fore he kneeled down in front of me doggy style.  "Tongue my butt
some more," he said.  "It's still kinda sore and itchy."

Budd's butt lips was red and more swollen and puffed out than I'd ever seen
`em before.  I swabbed my tongue up and down his hairy crack and licked out
mosta the sweat and funk before I started nursin' on his shitter lips.
They were hot and felt like they was throbbin' on my tongue.  Daddy came
back down with another blanket and a tray of food.  He had some sandwiches
for Billy and Malcolm, and some bananas, chocolate syrup, caramel, and a
couple cans of whipped cream.  I knowed right off what he had in mind.  He
spread out the blanket next to us and Billy and Malcolm sat down and
devoured the sandwiches.

Daddy offered, "You guys wanna spend the night?"

"We were hoping you'd ask," Malcolm replied.  "Billy already told his mom
he was going to sleep over with Drew and Bud tonight."

"That's all settled then," Daddy said grinnin'.  "Anybody up for a banana
shit?"

For the next couple of hours we coated our cocks with chocolate and
caramel, and shoved bananas, whipped cream and marshmallows up our asses
and fucked each other silly.  Malcolm and Billy caught right on.  It was
truly a sight to behold watchin' Billy drizzlin' chocolate syrup over
Malcolm's monster black cock and then Malcolm shovin' a banana up Billy's
cute little white ass before mountin' and fuckin' him.  I was amazed at how
Billy was able to open up for Malcolm's mighty truncheon.  It was hard to
believe he was a virgin earlier that day.  As the firelight finally died
down, we was all a sticky mess.  Malcolm had Billy on his back and was
suckin' shit and sweet stuff outta his ass.  Mark was workin' his cock
slowly in and outta Jesse's hole while strokin' Jesse's cock.  Daddy was
squatted down shittin' stuff in Uncle Jack's mouth while he played with his
sticky half-hard dick.  I was messagin' the inside of Bud's butt with my
tongue.  God how I loved that slick feelin' inside him!  I hoped he'd have
some good shit to feed me in the mornin'.

Daddy got up off Uncle Jack's face and walked over and pissed on the last
golden ambers of the fire.  It hissed and sputtered and smoked up some.
Mark moaned softly as he emptied his balls again up Jesse's ass.  He
scooted down and started eatin' his cum back out.  Daddy walked back over
and helped Uncle Jack up to his feet.  "We's goin' down to the creek and
wash up a bit," he said.

As they walked off down toward the trail, the rest of us got up slowly and
followed behind.  It was one of those beautiful perfect summer nights.  The
air was still and warm even that late.  Bud and me were bringin' up the
rear, and as we waded out, the cool creek water felt so good and refreshin'
on my feet.  We headed down toward the swimmin' hole and could hear some
laughin' and splashin'.  Daddy and Uncle Jack were horsin' around and
tryin' to knock each other over.  Maybe it was all the sugar and chocolate
from the banana shits, or maybe it was just somethin' magical in the air
that night.  Whatever it was, we all splashed around and played like we was
kids again `til the sky started to lighten up some.  We ended up sittin'
around in a circle over in the deep part, with just our heads poked up over
the swirlin' water.  The crickets were chirpin' and birds were startin' to
wake up and chatter in the trees.

Uncle Jack asked Daddy, "Don't you have to get ready for work pretty soon?"

"Oh hell no," Daddy replied.  "Mack gave us all the day off today.  He
figured he wouldn't get no work outta us anyway."

Daddy asked, "What about you Malcolm?"

Malcolm was quiet for a moment.  He wiped the water off his face, and said,
"Well, I quit my job last week. I don't have to answer to anybody right
now."

Uncle Jack asked surprised, "Quit your job?"

"I'm actually looking for something down this way closer," Malcolm replied.
"You know I could get used to all this real easy."  Malcolm grabbed Billy's
arm and pulled him through the water into his lap and wrapped his arms
around him.

Daddy had a shocked look on his face.  He asked, "But what about your
wife?"

Malcolm paused for a minute again.  He looked over at Daddy and said, "I
sort of quit her too.  It hasn't been good for us for a long time, and I
can't pretend anymore.  Being here with you and your boys the other day
made me realize how unhappy I really was.  It helped me understand a lot of
things about myself too.  I asked her for a divorce yesterday before I came
here."

Daddy asked, "You sure about all this?"

"More sure than anything in my life," Malcolm replied.  "Since I got here
yesterday, I have felt more relaxed and good about myself than I have in
years.  Plus, I can stay as long as I want and don't have to worry about
catching hell for it."

"Damn, Malcolm," Daddy said.  "This is a big step, but you know you're
welcome to stay here as long as you like.  What with Jack and me bunkin'
together now, we got an extra bedroom."

"I sure do appreciate that," Malcolm said.  "I could use a couple days to
work out a plan.  I promise I won't overstay my welcome."

We was all quiet for a moment, and then Bud piped up, "Don't know about
ya'all, but I'm gettin' powerful hungry."

"Me too," Jesse agreed, standin' up and rubbin' his flat furry belly.

"Come on Jack," Daddy said standin' up and helpin' his brother up too.  "We
got some breakfast to fix."

The rest of us stood up and started pickin' up cans and plates and stuff
the guys had left down by the creek.  By the time we got back to the
trailers, Daddy and Uncle Jack had bacon sizzlin' and we all gathered
around the table on the patio while they brought out scrambled eggs, bacon,
hashbrowns and toast.  We didn't talk much as we ate, and it didn't take us
long to polish off all the food.

"Why don't we all rest up some `fore we clean up around here," Daddy
suggested.

Pairin' up, we all took off.  Uncle Jack and Daddy, Jesse and Mark went off
toward their trailer, while Bud and me led the way for Malcolm and Billy
into ours.  We showed Malcolm and Billy back to Daddy's bedroom `fore we
went to ours.  Once we was alone, I gave Bud a big hug and kiss, and said,
"I was worried about you yesterday."

"Ya, I don't know what happened.  One minute I was suckin' a cock and the
next I was just like gone," Bud replied as held me tight to him.

"You know, it was kind of the same way for me," I admitted.  "I thought it
was really gonna be somethin' to have all those cocks shoved up my ass and
down my throat, but after I while I just couldn't concentrate and started
daydreamin'."

"Maybe Daddy's right when he says too much of a good thing can be bad
sometimes," Bud chuckled.  "Would you do it again?"

"Hell yes," I replied grinnin'.

"Me too," Bud chuckled.

He let go of me and fell into bed, and I jumped in beside him and we
snuggled up to each other.  Bud was out in about fifteen seconds, but I
couldn't fall asleep right away.  I just stared at his handsome face with
three days growth of whiskers.  His hair was all messed up from swimmin'
and beads of sweat clinged to his forehead.  I ran my hand down his firm
sexy chest and grabbed hold of his bloated sticky schlong.  Buryin' my nose
in his rank armpit, I dozed off in a wonderful cloud of Bud's stink.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but a tappin' on my back woke me up.  I
was still cuddled up to Bud's sweaty body, with his hog throbbin' in my
hand.  Turnin' my head, I saw Malcolm's handsome face lookin' down at me.
He motioned with his finger for me to come with him.  I pried myself off
Bud.  In the stifflin' heat of the trailer, we was stuck together with
sweat and funk.  Quietly, I got off the bed and followed Malcolm out to the
livin' room.  I asked, "Whatcha want?"

"Gotta take a shit," he said grinnin'.

My mouth watered instantly.  I laid down on the floor and licked my lips
while Malcolm lowered his beautiful black ass down on my face.  As his buns
parted, tangy ass sweat dripped down in my mouth.  Once his raunchy butt
was in place, he pushed out and kissed me with his shit lips.  I slipped my
tongue into his slick insides and found a hard nubby prize waitin' there
for me.  Malcolm bore down and spattered my mouth with a wet nasty fart.
The end of his thick monster turd poked out and into my mouth.

"Fuck yea," he sighed as I sucked down more and more of his shit log into
my throat.  Malcolm's turd was truly gigantic.  It was very rough and hard,
and tasted a little like stale beer and mushrooms.  The middle section was
really thick and stretched my throat to the max.  After feedin' me more
than a foot of tasty butt fudge, he pinched off and farted some more in my
face.  I sucked down the last of his shit, and kept on lickin' and eatin'
out Malcolm's tasty hole.  He was beatin' his hard heavy prick against my
chest and nipples.  He backed off, wipin' his ass crack on my nose and
face, and stood up.

He asked, "Need something to wash that down?"

I sat up and stretched my lips around the end of his huge cock.  It tasted
like butt, and I imagined it had spent a lot of time up Billy's skinny ass
recently.  Tryin' to control his stream, Malcolm flooded my mouth with
strong bitter piss.  I kept up and gulped down his whole bladder full.  As
soon as he was done, I pushed forward and swallowed his mammoth meat half
way down.  He moaned and put his hand on the back of my head.  I pulled off
some and then swallowed again.  Doin' this several time, I finally had my
nose down in Malcolm's nappy pubes.

"Damn, he swallowed the whole thing," Billy exclaimed.  He musta woke up
and came lookin' for Malcolm.

Malcolm turned Billy around and parted his pale hairless butt cheeks.  He
rubbed his thick black finger around Billy's puffy pink shit lips and Billy
moaned.  "You want somethin' big and black up there, don't you boy?"

"Oh yes, please fuck me," Billy begged.

I backed off, and Malcolm's schlong flopped out wet and primed with throat
slime.  He stuck his fuck finger in my mouth and wetted it before rubbin'
it over Billy's quiverin' pucker again.  Billy was leanin' way over now and
pullin' his cheeks apart.  I couldn't resist plantin' my face in his crack
and eatin' him while Malcolm slide his thick finger up the boy's hole.
Malcolm pulled his finger out and let me lick off his cum and ass juice
before slidin' two inside.  With his other hand he was slowly strokin' his
huge wet cock, keepin' it hard and ready.  Malcolm pulled his fingers out
and let me lick `em clean one more time.  Then he lifted Billy up like a
rag doll and laid him on the couch on his back.  Pushin' Billy's legs back
to his chest, I watched as Malcolm speared the boy all the way to the hilt.
Billy's mouth fell open in a silent scream, and Malcolm shoved three of his
fingers inside Billy's throat to silence him.  I was surprised how rough
Malcolm was bein', but Billy seemed to love it.  I noticed Billy's cock was
poked up hard and throbbin'.  Malcolm started fuckin' the kid hard and
fast.  He was gruntin' like some kind of wild animal.  Then I watched in
amazement as Malcolm reached down and hugged Billy to his chest and stood
up.  Still impaled, he cupped his hands under Billy's butt cheeks and
started thrustin' up inside him.  Lucky for Billy it didn't take Malcolm
long to let out a final grunt, and shudder as he emptied his nuts.  With
Billy still clingin' on for dear life, Malcolm turned and fell back on the
couch.  Billy sat up and continued ridin' Malcolm while he stroked his
cock.  He just let out a quiet sigh as he spattered his watery cum all over
Malcolm's sweaty chest and belly.

"Get up off me, and clean me up," Malcolm commanded.

Billy stood up and inch after inch of Malcolm's big black hog pulled outta
him.  Quickly he got down between Malcolm's legs and started lickin' and
cleanin' off his huge cock.  Malcolm scooped up Billy's cum off his chest
and ate it.  Then noticin' me sittin' there watchin' he offered me some.

"Kid's has got some tasty juice," he said.

"I know," I said as I licked it off his fingers.

"You go get your clothes now and get dressed.  We have to get you home
before your Momma gets worried," Malcolm said to Billy.

"I'm not going home," Billy replied.  "I'm staying here with you.  Besides,
I don't have no clothes.  I put `em in Kyle's back seat and he's gone."

Malcolm asked me, "Drew, could you find something Billy can wear home?"

"I guess," I said.

"You come with me," Malcolm said as he led Billy outside.

I scrounged around through my drawers `til I found an old pair of shorts
and a tee shirt I thought might fit Billy.  Bud was still sound asleep and
snorin'.

The sun was so bright it hurt my eyes as I stepped outta the trailer with
the clothes.  Malcolm was sittin' on the patio holdin' Billy.

"But I don't want to," Billy sobbed.

"I know that, and I don't want you to either, but this is just the way it
has to be," Malcolm replied.

I felt tears well up in my eyes.  I had a feelin' when I saw the love in
Billy's eyes that he was gonna end up getting' hurt somehow.  There just
wasn't no solution for this one.  His momma would never consent for him to
live with Malcolm, and he was too young to be on his own anyway.  I set the
clothes down on the table and patted Billy on the back before I went
inside.

Feelin' all sad, I climbed into bed and curled up to Bud.  He never even
woke up, but put his arm around me pulled me tight against him.  Though I'd
never much been one for prayin', I guess bein' in church that Sunday had
touched me somehow.  I closed my eyes and inhaled Bud's manly aroma as I
prayed to God to never let us be apart.


EPILOGUE:

That's the story of the summer of my sexual awakenin' in the hills of
northern Arkansas.  I hope ya'all enjoyed readin' about it.  Seein' as that
was over ten years ago, I thought ya'all might be curious about what's
happened since then.  There sure has been a lot of changes.

First of all, Bud and me's workin' at the saw mill now full time since we
graduated from high school.  Mack quit the mill near eight years ago to be
a truck driver with his brother Dan.  Lyle Hogg is the new foreman that was
hired to replace him.  Lyle's from a few counties over and moved to town
shortly after.  Lyle is one hunk of a man.  He's in is late 30's now and
about 5'10" of raw man sex.  He just drips testosterone.  His shoulders are
a mile wide, and he has a smooth chest with bulgin' pecs crowned by two of
the biggest damned nipples I've ever seen on a man.  He keeps his furry
armpits rank the way we like `em, and the tuft of hair around his navel
trails down to a huge bush over his truly amazin' package.  Lyle's not much
of a grower, but when your cock hangs down nine inches soft and thick as a
beer bottle, you don't have to grow much.  He's also got a nice round furry
bubble butt and some of the tastiest turds I've ever sucked down next to
Bud and Daddy's of course.  You might say me and Lyle have a good workin'
relationship.  He likes to keep me close by in case he's got to piss or
shit, or needs to sink that mammoth hog in a willin' hole.

It was because of Lyle that Bud and me met our wives.  Yup, that's right.
Bud and me is married now.  Lyle actually hooked Bud up with his sister
Verleen first.  Now Verleen's a big girl and ain't at all pretty, but
considerin' the cock size gene she's a carryin', Bud decided he could
overlook the flab and a little facial hair to ensure his sons would have
equipment they could be proud of.  We'd already talked about it some and
both of us decided we wanted to have us some boys some day.  It was hard
for me though just tryin' to imagine not sleepin' next to Bud ever' night.

It was at Bud and Verleen's weddin' six years ago that I really got to know
Lyle's other sister, Kathleen.  Kathy ain't quite as fat as her sister, but
she really lost out in the looks department.  She's even got a big ole
black mole right next to her nose with hairs growin' outta it.  If she
combs her moustache just right though, you don't notice it much.  Now Kathy
was the maid of honor and I was the best man at the weddin', so we was
expected to make toasts and do all kinds of high class social things I
weren't used to.  I was real nervous and kept pourin' down the beers to
calm me down.  I don't exactly remember the end of that night.  Once minute
I was dancin' with Kathy and the next I woke up naked on top of her in the
graveyard by the church.  Talk about a stink!  Her hairy cunt smelled like
somethin' had crawled up there and died, and I had that same putrid stuff
all over my cock.  Her dimpled skin was pasty and white.  I'd slobbered all
over her big ole floppy tits in my sleep.  Jumpin' up and ran over to the
nearest grave stone and puked my guts out behind it.

That was the beginnin' of my romance with Kathy, and the night my oldest
son was conceived.  Six months later, Kathy and I was walkin' down the
aisle to get married.  There was whispers about her bein' knocked up and
all.  That's one advantage of marryin' a big girl, `cuz it's really hard to
tell.  The funny part was she's always told ever'body our 10 pound baby boy
Jake was premature.  I ain't never heard of a three month premie baby
weighin' that much before, but as long as it makes her happy.

Bud and Verleen's got four kids now, two boys and twin girls.  Kathy and
me's got two boys, Jake and Jaxon, and another one on the way, I think.
Like I said, it's kinda hard to tell.  We moved into town in houses right
across the street from each other.  Daddy helped us build a shed in Bud's
backyard, where us men can work on things when we need to.  We told the
wives we put a lock on the door so the kids can't get in and get hurt
accidental.  They don't know about the secret back room with the cum
stained mattress and beer cooler.  Sometimes Bud and me spend all night in
the shed workin' on stuff, if you get my drift.

Whenever we get the chance we pack up our boys and take `em out to the home
place.  Daddy is always glad to see his grandsons, and we all go skinny
dippin' down in the creek.  Even though they's just little boys now, Daddy
tells `em they're all gonna have whoppers like grampa when they get older.
Bud and me asked him the other day if he'll help us when it's time to have
`the talk'.  He just got a big ole proud grin on his face.

Daddy and Uncle Jack live in one bedroom in Uncle Jack's trailer, and Jesse
and Mark still live in the other.  Jesse's a manager now at the hardware
store in town, and Mark got a job at the post office.  I think Uncle Jack's
a little disappointed they don't seem much interested in gettin' married
and havin' some boys, but we told him Bud and me have enough sons to go
around.  It does seem like a shame Mark and Jesse won't be passin' along
their big cock genes.

Speakin' of big cocks, Malcolm never did move on.  He actually ended up
buyin' Daddy's old trailer after Bud and me moved out.  He opened his own
plumbin' and handyman business in town, and Billy is his fuck buddy
apprentice.  Those two are at it all the time, even when they're on the
job.  Malcolm's always braggin' he's fucked Billy in ever' room of ever'
house in town.  Malcolm and Billy stop by the shed sometimes, especially
when Malcolm's saved up a monster dump.

Uncle Jack is still teachin' and coachin' at the high school.  He's been
named teacher of the year ever' year since he moved to town.  In his
acceptance speech this year, he said he likes to use a "hands on" approach
to teachin' and then winked at his wrestlin' team.  One of the freshman
boys was walkin' kind of funny and had a big wet spot on the back of his
singlet.

Daddy doesn't work at the mill no more.  He and some of the men in town
raised enough money to buy up the old station and the land around it, and
they turned it into a truck stop cafe.  They added a kitchen at the back of
the old garage and a nice ladies restroom on the opposite side from the
men's room.  Daddy built a bar with stools in the back by the kitchen and
some booths and a few tables.  It's a small place, but business is really
boomin'.  Daddy does all the cookin' and the trucker's say Daddy's cheese
dogs are the best.  It's amazin' how much tang a little smegma can give to
cheese sauce.  I won't reveal what Daddy uses in his chili.  He designed
the kitchen with a long narrow window up chest high so he can be naked
under his apron while he's cookin'.

Truckers claim they drop by for the food, but the real attraction is the
men's room.  Daddy's had to drill a extra hole back in the supply closet
just to keep up with business.  For that first year, Bud and me manned the
holes mosta the time, but now Uncle Jack recruits boys from the high school
for extra credit.  Bud and me fill in from time to time when we can get
away from our families.  I still love nothin' better than swingin' on some
ripe nasty trucker dick and suckin' down some thick juicy cum.  Mack and
Dan stopped by last time Bud and me was mannin' the holes.  It was kinda
slow that day, so we invited them back to the closet for a real fuck fest.

After the really amazin' cookout Daddy had that summer Uncle Jack moved to
town, he was appointed permanent host for all future cookouts.  The last
Sunday of ever' month in the summer he shuts down the truck stop and all
the men around gather at the home place.  For any truckers who happen by
while the place is closed, Daddy posts instructions to follow the trail
through the woods for free food and fun.  We can always count on a few
horny truckers showin' up now at our cookouts along with the usual lusty
crowd.  Pastor Hansen, who replaced Pastor Jenkins always has a prayer now
before we start chowin' down.  It's kind weird to see him standin' out
there in the middle holdin' his bible completely naked.  He came to town
fresh outta seminary so he's pretty young.  He has a really great hairy ass
on him and a nice fat cock.  After a few beers, you can usually find him
down at the swimmin' hole.  He likes to baptize guys before he lets `em
fuck him.

Mr. Kramer has divorced his wife and he and his son Joey run the butcher
shop now.  They advertise the tastiest meat in town, and nobody can argue
with that.  Once Joey turned thirteen, Mr. Kramer fucked him for the first
time at a cookout in front of ever'body.  That was really a special day,
and brought back memories of my first time with Daddy and Bud.

The rest of the crowd is pretty much the same.  Sheriff Mike is always
there ready to put his night stick to good use.  Mack and Dan try to
schedule their runs so they can be in town on that day.  As boys grow up,
they are initiated, and some of the older men have passed on now.  The
tradition lives on though, and we all look forward to the good times and
friendships we make at the cookouts.

Well guys, thanks so much for followin' my story and all your inspirin'
emails of support.  As you might guess, I have a lot more tales to tell, so
even though this series has ended, there's always a new one brewin' in my
head.  You all take care now and keep them armpits ripe and them cocks a
drippin'.

Drew