Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2007 14:40:22 -0600 From: twocatmen Subject: Drew Series, Part 7 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit acts of a boy discovering his 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 2007 Twocatmen, All Rights Reserved. For the next couple of weeks after Uncle Jack's visit, Daddy was like a fart in a whirlwind. Uncle Jack got an offer from the school board that next week, and Daddy worked out a good deal on old lady Crenshaw's trailer. Almost every minute, Daddy was on the phone talkin' to Uncle Jack or to somebody about somethin' to do with the move. When he wasn't on the phone, he was out lookin' over the place where the new trailer would sit. Things were movin' along fast, and Uncle Jack and Jesse would be livin' next to us soon. The bad part about all this activity was Daddy had people comin' and goin' around the place almost every day, so Bud and me had to start wearin' our shorts again, and actin' respectable. There was a guy with a brush hog lined up to come by and clear off the site. A plumber friend of Daddy's was comin' out to fix up a connection for the new trailer. The list went on and on and it was enough to make our heads spin. I couldn't even begin to focus on any of this. My adolescent mind was preoccupied with sex, and that alone was an all consumin' obsession. Daddy told us we couldn't be foolin' around outside `til things settled down some, but that didn't stop Bud and me from havin' some fun inside the trailer. I was stuck to Bud like a fly in the honey jar. When I wasn't suckin' his big ole cock, or huffin' his stinky feet and pits, I was down eatin' out his nasty hairy shitter. I had to admit, I was gettin' addicted to Bud's stink and especially his ass. That wrinkled brown pucker nestled up in that forest of black sweaty pubes held an allure for me, I just couldn't quite comprehend. Bud seemed to enjoy it though. He was always bendin' over in front of me, or wigglin' his hairy butt cheeks in my face just before he farted. As usual, it was hotter'n hell inside the trailer, so I could smell Bud from one end to the other. We decided to quit showerin' and see how much stink we could accumulate before Daddy would notice. We'd already stopped usin' toilet paper. I loved wipin' Bud's hairy ass clean with my tongue right after he shit, and he would always return the favor. We drank tons of water and juice to keep the pee flowin' too, and loved recyclin' each other over and over. The only action our showers saw was when we climbed in to piss on each other, and rinse off a little afterward. With Daddy so busy plannin' and workin' all the time, we got kind of bored and started to experiment some one mornin'. I was hungry and grabbed a banana off the counter. Bud was leanin' over the table tryin' to swat a fly when I came up with an idea. "Hey Bud. I wanna shove this banana up your ass, and then eat it out," I said. He swatted at the fly, and then turned and asked, "For real?" He got a real wicked grin on his face as I nodded in agreement. He threw the fly swatter down on the floor and laid back on the table, with his ass pointed at the place where I usually ate. Pullin' his knees back to his chest, he scooted up close to the edge. His furry butt trench was drippin' sweat right where my plate normally would be. I sat down and finished peeling the banana. Then positionin' it directly at his pucker, I pushed in gently. It mashed some, but a good three quarters of it was swallowed up by Bud's hungry hole. I took the rest and started pushin' it up inside with my fingers until the whole banana was gone. Bud was mumblin' and moanin' while this whole process was goin' on. After rubbin' my finger around his sticky sweet butt lips, I got down on my knees and told him to push out and shit that banana back in my mouth. I watched as his pucker blossomed out and I could see his slick pink insides. Some of the warm banana pulp began oozin' out, so I wrapped my mouth over his shit lips and started suckin'. The banana tasted so much better mixed with Bud's ass slime. As he bore down harder, bigger chunks of it came out mixed with soft bits of his shit. Instead of a banana split, I was enjoyin' a delicious creamy banana shit! After a while, I knew most of the banana had to be out of him, but Bud was still gruntin' and bearin' down. That's when my tongue felt the bumpy end of one of his hard monster turds polkin' out. My first inclination was to pull away, but then I remembered how sexy it was to watch Bud with a big ole thick foot long turd hangin' out of his ass. I suddenly had a hankerin' to eat my brother's shit. It was then Bud realized what was happenin'. He asked, "You okay down there?" I had at least six inches of Bud's fat slimy shit log in my mouth by that time, so I could only groan an affirmative. He kept pushin' more and more out, and I swallowed his turd like a enormous brown cock. I pulled away some so I could watch it slide past his distended shit lips and into mine. Inch after inch I swallowed, until it finally narrowed some and he pinched it off. The softer back end slipped over my tongue and down my throat. It wasn't until then that I could really savor the intense and nasty flavors. Once it hit me what we'd just done, my horniness went into overdrive. I stood up and jabbed the head of my cock into Bud's still gappin' hole, and started fuckin' him hard and fast right there on the table. Bud pulled his knees back tight against his chest openin' himself up completely to my onslaught. He had a crazy look in his eyes, and he rolled his head back and let out a holler. I watched as his huge untouched cock spasmed over and over. A thick load of cream poured out of his foreskin onto his belly. That sent me over the edge and I moaned as I emptied my balls into where the turd in my stomach had been just a few moments before. Gettin' back down on my knees, I ate my cum out of Bud's beautiful butt. We were both pantin' and drippin' with sweat. I got up off my knees and plopped back down on the chair. Bud finally sat up on the edge of the table. He looked down at the floor around my feet like he was expectin' to find his turd there. I just patted my stomach and gave him a nasty shit-eatin' grin before I started lickin' his meltin' cum off him. I lifted his huge bloated cock up and stuffed it in my mouth, catchin' some more of his cum drool. Bud stood up and started to pee in my mouth. It weren't long before I felt his giant turd sloshin' around in a bucket full of hot piss in my belly. Bud's stream was just startin' to slow down, when a knock came at the door. We both froze for a moment, starin' wide eyed at each other, and then Bud started scramblin' around to find somethin' to put on. He finally grabbed an old pair of shorts Daddy kept near the door, and pulled them up quick. I grabbed a dirty towel out of the clothes basket and wrapped around me as best I could. The knockin' came again at the door, louder this time. Bud opened it up and there stood a handsome bald-headed black man, smilin' from ear to ear. We didn't have many black folks in town, so it was kind of a shock to both of us. The man reached out his hand to Bud, and said, "Malcolm Williams. I'm here about your well connection." "Oh yea," Bud said, still a little flustered. Daddy had mentioned somethin' about a plumber friend of his comin' over to lay pipe for Uncle Jack's trailer, but that was supposed to be on Saturday, I thought. Of course, my mind was preoccupied with other things these days, so I might have got it mixed up. After a long awkward silence, Bud added, "I'm Bud, and this is my brother Drew." Bud stepped aside, so Malcolm could shake my hand. As I reached out, the towel dropped off, and fell to the floor, and I stood there nude in front of this stranger. I watched him checkin' me out though, so just left the towel on the floor while we shook hands. Again there was an awkward silence while we all looked each other over. Mr. Williams looked to be about Daddy's age and height, but had a stocky muscular build with a huge chest and bulgin' arms that stretched the buttons on his navy work shirt taut. Of course, what really caught my eye was the package contained in his matchin' navy shorts. If the bulge there was any indication, Mr. Williams was horse hung and about half hard. I felt my mouth waterin' and my ass lips oozin' open as I stood naked and vulnerable in front of this hunky black man. After a moment or two, Bud snapped me out of my sexual day dream. "Go get some shorts on," he said in an irritated tone. "I'll show Mr. Williams where the hook up is." "Please, call me Malcolm," the man replied. I turned and bent down to pick up the towel, affordin' him a good visual of my ass before Bud stepped out closin' the door behind them. By the time I had my shorts on and got outside, Bud had already showed Malcolm where the new trailer was gonna sit. I heard him say, "This shouldn't take no time at all. If you boys don't have nothin' better to do, you are welcome to help out if you want." Bud asked, "What can we do?" "Well, if you boys can find you some shoes, I'll show you where to start diggin' the trench," Malcolm replied. "I'm gonna have to turn off your water `til we get the connection hooked up." Bud and me headed back to the trailer and got our shoes sittin' next to the door. When we were out of earshot, I said to Bud, "That guys got one hell of a cock on him." "I think you're right," Bud replied. I asked, "Do you think he'd let us suck him?" "I'm not sure yet, but I think he's a friend of Daddy's so just play it cool. We'll see what happens," Bud responded. It was gonna be another hot day, and it was already sticky outside. When Malcolm returned from his truck, he was already beginnin' to sweat some, and his tantalizin' musky aroma made my cock bloat up. He put the shovels down he was carryin', unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off. He was totally hairless, except for a mat of short curlies in his sweaty armpits. The definition in his ebony chest and back muscles was amazin'. I felt my cock start to swell up some more in my shorts. The sight of this amazin' black stud and his delicious stink was drivin' me crazy. Malcolm seemed to recognize that Bud and me weren't just interested in helpin' with the project. Although we were all workin' hard, he also took time to adjust himself more often than necessary, and would bend over real low to give us a nice view of his sweat soaked ass. Bud and me did little to hide our stares and obvious interest. Half the time, we had our balls or cock heads hangin' out the legs of our shorts. After about an hour or so, we finished up the trench, and Malcolm decided we needed to take a break. He grabbed a big thermos jug out of his truck and three plastic cups, and we all walked over to our shaded patio. After he poured us each a cup of cool sweet tea out of the spigot, he asked, "You boys like livin' out here so far in the woods?" "Yea, it's nice not havin' folks breathin' down your neck all the time," Bud replied. He picked that phrase up directly from Daddy. Malcolm continued, "Don't ya'all get kind of bored way out here with nobody around?" Bud responded, "We always seem to find stuff to do. We like to go swimmin' in the creek out back, or we just hang around the house and mess around." "I bet you do," Malcolm replied. He adjusted himself again, and smiled at us. He caught me starin' at his crotch more than once while we talked. It probably took us a couple more hours to help Malcolm lay the pipe and fill the trench back in. "Whew, it's gonna be a scorcher today. I'm glad we got this one done early," he said as he turned our water back on. Bud and me helped him pick up and load his shovels and tools into the truck. Then he asked, "What you boys gonna do the rest of the day?" Bud replied, "Just hang around the house I guess." Malcolm asked, "Seeing as this is my only job today, would you boys mind if I waited around with ya'all `til your Daddy gets home? I haven't seen Jimmy now in a month of Sundays." "Nope, you're welcome to stay here if you want, but Daddy won't be home `til after five," Bud replied. "Well then, that will give us all some time to get to know each other better. Last time I saw you boys, you was just little squirts runnin' around your Daddy's legs." Malcolm continued, "You boys probably don't even remember me, but your Daddy and I used to work together at the mill years ago. Then I had to move up to Springfield to be closer to my folks." "Would you like some water or juice," Bud offered. "Well now, water would be okay, but if I know you're Daddy, he's got a stock pile of beer inside that trailer. I think we all deserve a good cold one after a hard days work like we done. Don't you?" Bud and me smiled at each other and then I raced inside and brought us out three cold beers from the frig. As we all drank `em down, there was like this tension in the air. Malcolm continued a banter of friendly talk, but at the same time kept lookin' Bud and me over with his eyes. I couldn't begin to peel my own eyes off the colossal bulge in Malcolm's shorts. My mouth watered every time he raised his arm to drink and I could smell his pit stink. It didn't take us long to finish off our beers, and I collected the cans and went back inside for another round. When I got back, I heard Malcolm say, "Probably nice and cool down at that creek you got. Water's the best place to be when it's hot like this," he said suggestively. Bud looked at me, smiled and nodded. I asked, "You wanna go swimmin'?" "I thought you'd never ask," Malcolm grinned. We finished off our beers and Bud led the way down the trail. As I followed behind, Malcolm's stink was makin' me dizzy. I couldn't take my eyes off the high set round globes of his ass. Sweat had poured off his back and soaked his tight shorts, so they clung to him like a second skin and were ridin' up deep in his crack. I just wanted to reach out and peel off those shorts and bury my face in his hot sweaty black ass. When we got to the creek, Bud dropped his shorts first and splashed into the water. Malcolm bent down and unlaced his boots and pulled them off, followed by his sweaty socks. He had big ole stinky feet, just like Bud and me and I longed to suck on his big fat toes. As he undid his shorts, he turned around modestly and skinned them down. The shiny wet chocolate globes of his ass were magnificent. My mouth was waterin', and I couldn't wait no longer. I kneeled down behind him and parted Malcolm's firm sweaty butt cheeks, sniffin' his delicious nasty funk before buryin' my tongue inside his tight hairless pucker. He gave out a balls deep moan, and I felt his big hand on the back of my head, shovin' me deeper into his sweaty butt trench. Malcolm's shitter was a whole new set of flavors for my tongue. It was dark, salty, and slightly bitter like Bud and Daddy's, but also had a tangy and sweet essence that was totally different. I was in hog heaven. "Looks like you're daddy has taught you good," Malcolm commented between moans. He turned around and I could see first hand the object I had been so focused on the whole day. To say Malcolm's cock was huge was a definite understatement. His giant black schlong hung halfway to his knee, nestled against a pair of hairless balls the size of a hens eggs. It was capped with a halo of curly black pubes that looked like they were clipped close. At the end, was a pucker of foreskin crowned with crumbs of yellowish cheese, promisin' a tasty treat inside. Malcolm threw his sweat soaked shorts up on some bushes, while I kneeled in awe before him. I finally put my nose up against his glorious cock and breathed in his raw male essences. I was drunk with lust as I grabbed the thick base of his velvety black cock and skinned him back. My senses were suddenly flooded with the overpoweringly pungent stink of Malcolm's cheese. Bud and I groaned in unison, and it was only then I realized he was kneelin' down next to me. With my tongue, I swabbed the end of Malcolm's heavily coated cock head and turned to kiss Bud. We swapped and savored the sharp, pungent flavor between us before returnin' to feast on Malcolm's generous crop of smegma. Malcolm panted, "You like that, don't you?" He was starin' down at us wild like as we finished cleanin' up his dirty cock head and skinned him back up. Bud stood up and started kissin' Malcolm and swabbin' out his pits, while I stretched my lips around the massive black nightstick before me. Try as I could, I couldn't get all of Malcolm's giant cock down my throat. The furthest I got left a couple of inches between me and his tight black curlies. He didn't seem to mind though, and kept runnin' his hands through my hair, tellin' me how good it felt. I was focused on tryin' to swallow the massive black hog in front of me, when I felt somethin' warm and wet on my ass. Bud was behind me lickin' out my nasty pucker. He was diggin' his tongue in deep and suckin' out my shit lips at the same time. Before long he had me opened up good, and stuck one of his long fingers inside and started probin'. I heard him slirpin' and lickin', so guessed he was enjoyin' the taste of my shit. Malcolm's legs must have started gettin' weak, so he kneeled on the ground. This forced me down farther, openin' up more of my ass to Bud's hungry mouth and probin' fingers. When I turned my head to look up at Malcolm, he stuck out his long pink tongue like he wanted to lick on his own cock too. About that time, I felt the head of Bud's stiff woody pulsin' at the entrance to my shitter. I let out a moan as his entire thick cock penetrated me in one thrust. This pushed me forward some, and the last couple of inches of Malcolm's giant sausage, slid deep into my gullet. At last, I was grindin' my lips against his mat of scratchy crotch hairs. Speared deep at both ends, I wondered if their cock heads might be touching each other somewhere inside me. Malcolm howled like a dog and emptied his balls directly into my stomach. His thick shaft swelled up so much, I was afraid I might not get it back out of my throat. The suction was so intense as I tried to back off, I thought I might pass out before I was finally able to catch a breath. As I nursed the last of Malcolm's cum like a calf on a huge black udder, Bud let out a cry and dumped his load up inside my shit hole. He collapsed sweaty and hot on my back. "Well, I see my boys are keepin' you entertained," Daddy said, catchin' us all by surprise. Malcolm asked, "How long've you been standin' there, you ole son of a bitch?" "Long enough to see my baby boy swallow the biggest cock of his life", Daddy replied. He was smilin' all proud.