Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 11:39:07 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: The Battoir Chapter 5 The Battoir - Part 5 ©2017 MCVT August 17, 2017 mcvt2017@gmail.com *** When the driving work petered out, Dad started working for Mr. Grubb, and got a two-day a week delivery job on the side. Dad was home every night now! Dad took Rod and me to the animal shelter to look for a pup to train into guarding the goats. They argued on the parking lot and had to come back home - Mom told us to get an English bulldog! There weren't any dogs even near that kind at our shelter. Rod didn't like any of the dogs, but I saw a brindle hound that looked good. Dad said he was too big. Then, over dinner there was another argument. Rod wanted a chow, and Dad said we needed something less chancy and shorthaired. "And not some spring-loaded terrier to keep everyone edgy - they'll corner skunks, then come home stinking. No poodles and no greyhounds..." Dad was so fussy! After several unsuccessful trips to the shelter, we gave up. *** Dad, Rod and I went to the young farmers meeting and met Tamara and her Dad there. We decided to go to the exhibition and split a show stall with Tamara. She had two pygmy goats, so there would be plenty of room for Whitey and her kids. On the way home, Dad said we didn't have money for a hotel room, so he was going to make a "hay bed" and sleep in the back of our pick-up. "Plenty of room with the crate outside." He told me. Mom packed the cooler, and I loaded our tiny herd. Mom bought the goats lavender ribbons for their necks for the show. I took their food and water bowls, a brush and a shovel. Lot of work for a few hours of exhibition. We drove across two counties until we got to the fairgrounds and it was packed. There were kids everywhere, and lots of trucks with horse trailers, and banners flying. I could hear country music and I was excited! We had to wait in line - then I spotted the sign that said "Parking 20.00 all day," and I got a worried. I knew we didn't have any money to park. When we got to the gate, Dad told them we were with the youth group and told them about Tamara and her father. He let us in and told us to go around the buildings to the back lot. "Livestock's in the big barn with the white roof. Park anywhere in the back lot." He put a sticker under the windshield wiper and waved us in. Wow! That night, we unloaded and got Whitey settled with her kids, and Tamara came with her tiny goats. We all had a good time standing around talking; there was music and a lot of games and people and competitions. I met more farm kids and we had a good time joking and playing around. One of the kids taught me to play "bump," but Dad didn't look to happy about it. So we went on the parking lot to try to make each other take a step by shoving them with our hips when we stood side-by-side. Tamara, wouldn't you know, had to be the referee. *** I had to blush when Tamara told me that Whitey was in estrus, "Some of the billies might act up while we're here." "What can I do? Does she have to stay in her crate in the truck? Maybe I could rinse her off... Should we go home?" I didn't know if this was against the rules. "No. Tell the judges it just happened this morning and you didn't have time to change plans." That was smart. I liked being around Tamara. She was clever, like Mom. Dad and I wandered around the show for a while, he picked up a few brochures and we went back to the pens and let Tamara and her Dad look around while we ate a sandwich and fruit sitting near the goats. Whitey was a being a real ham, grabbing at people's corndogs and drinks as they passed by, and then smiling at them when they pulled their food away. Then, her kids had to try it. We had to stack up the hay bales to curb their new game, but I was glad they weren't upset with all the crowds. Seemed like thousands of people came through the goat area. Tamara told me later all the crowds were sizing up the competition for the big state fair at the end of the month. When everything settled down that night, and most people had left, Dad told me it was time to go get in the truck. "No one else needs to know where we sleep tonight." He whispered. I saw a few other people sleeping in campers and trucks out near the edges of the parking lot - I wasn't embarassed, I like the fair! Dad threw a blanket out over a thick layer of hay after he stretched a tarp over the bed of the truck. We got down to our underwear in the dark and rolled our jeans and shirts to use as pillows. The thick layer of hay was comfortable and smelled sweet underneath us as we crawled into our own hotel. He lay down behind me and drew me close to him. "Proud of you today." He kissed my hair. "I'm proud of you, Dad. You're the best - thanks for bringing me." I told him and snuggled my butt against his groin and brought his arm over me. His hand rubbed my chest and caressed my nipples, and pinched a little - that always made me hard. "Son, can you be quiet and let me give you some special love tonight?" He whispered, while his hands shucked my briefs off my behind. "You're almost big enough to learn about how men love each other." He spit on his fingers and began rubbing my anus, breathing hard. His other hand was on his erection stroking. "Just relax and let me love you - god, you're so beautiful." He was breathing faster and I felt his finger opening me. Then, two fingers gently entered me and felt around; twisting and making my heart beat fast. That made me so hard, I began rubbing myself, but I was more curious about what he was going to do. Dad scooted down behind me further and put his legs between mine. "God, I love you, son. Hold yourself open." His breath was jerky and his skin was moist. "I won't ever hurt you." I turned on my face a little and held my cheeks open, lifting my butt. I kept my mouth shut. This felt like something I really needed to learn. "Stay like that." Dad's breath was jerky, and he fumbled in the dark. I felt his glans, incredibly hot, touching my anus and he smearing his liquid around. "Gonna press into you a little when I cum. Give you some love... Stay still." His voice jerked and his body twitched. I was excited and anxious, and then I felt his knuckles pressing into my cleft, his other hand pressed on my belly. His glans touched my anus lightly, at first. It was hot and slippery and felt good. I held myself open wider and pushed my butt toward his erection. "More Daddy." I told him softly. He was holding his fist behind his big corona against my relaxed anus to keep himself from pushing too far into me. "Oh, god, son." He was breathing hard. "If it hurts, pull away." He pressed my tummy so my ass was tight against the big head of his erection. I couldn't pull away if I wanted to. His glans didn't leave my anus, and he held his shaft hard so he couldn't enter me, but he thrusted and it felt so good to feel his big body and his muscles working shoving against me. Sometimes his hands slipped down to stroke himself while he kept me tightly pressed against the tip of his erection. I could smell his sweat, and the way his sex smelled when he was going to cum. His breath was hot on my back. As he thrust carefully, I began rubbing myself thinking this couldn't get any better, and then I started feeling like a stronger. Strength brings a little pain sometimes I figured, and I wanted more of him. "Hurry." I told him several times. He was breathing so hard and fast on the skin of my back. Then he stopped, quickly pressing his slit into my ass, almost hurting too much. His fist let go, and my cleft pressed along his pulsing erection, his glans was so hot - almost inside me all the way. Stretched tight around the tip and now feeling him stroking himself fast with just his fingers; I was anxious. This felt dangerous, but I couldn't stop getting excited and wanting to cum. Pressing hard, then harder against him made me more excited - I started breathing faster. "Oh, god..." He was moaning, trying to be quiet. The big, throbbing head of his erection was half-way inside me, I thought he would push himself into me, and I kind of wanted that, but I knew it would hurt. Then I felt more fluid around my anus, and it made our movements noisy. Suddenly, my cum spewed a few droplets on my chest and my chin. I was amazed. Stunned and I didn't want it to end it felt so good. "Don't move." His hand kept me firmly pressed against him, with the tip of his penis almost completely inside my ass, and it he stroked a few more times as he grunted. I felt every rush of his semen in me when he moved himself! I pressed harder against him to get more. He just kept the hot surges pushing inside me, and it dripped back out down his hand and my all the way to my balls. His breath made little "Ahhh" noises as the rushes slowed - he was trying to give me all he had. Everything. He pressed a little harder into me as the last few surges filled me and his body began to relax - he trembled. His body turned away from me, sweaty and still breathing, but more deeply now. "I love you more than you'll ever know." I turned over to him and kissed him, but he was still dizzy after a big ejaculation. "Did that hurt?" He whispered. "That was the best." I felt like I had all his love inside me. More of it dripped out, but that felt good too. "I need some virgin cum." He whispered and lay on his back. I jumped to straddle his face and he licked me and sucked me while he put two fingers inside my anus and began twisting and stroking very gently. His fingers found his dripping semen, making it easy, but I was still relaxed, and it felt like what I thought real sex would be. Then, it started feeling electric, especially when he explored around different places inside me. My testicles felt like they were going to explode - again! I loved it when he felt like he was going to bite me, and his tongue circled my erection. "Bite, Daddy." I told him, and I felt his teeth gently grab my scrotum and he shook his head a little. "More, Dad, it makes me cum hard." His teeth made my heart jump every time they closed harder around my tiny scrotum, as if I had to cum fast before he bit me harder. He kept biting me, sometimes not so gently, and I could feel his breath on my groin. Then he started biting and pulling away a little, stretching my skin and sucking harder. When he started making fast, tiny bites I had to press my penis into his mouth hard. "Can't wait." I told him. I felt him chuckle a little but he sucked harder. Then, he rubbed the rough part of his tongue underneath my penis where it was so sensitive as he sucked, and pushed his fingers deeper inside me pressing the place that sent sparks flying inside my body. Then, his other hand began pinching and pulling my scrotum. I think I turned inside out for a moment. As hard as I could - everything in my body pushed to make this the most the most fantastic cum of my life. I did cum hard, and felt like the top of my head blew away when he sucked. He held me next to him in his arms and kissed my neck and face until I fell asleep. The bed of the truck smelled like cum and sweat and love.