Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 22:24:28 -0800
From: Jon McGee <cottagecore.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Cottagecore ch. 6

Cottagecore:  Road Trip Chapter 6 – Quarry and Cody

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I enjoyed Badlands National Park, but didn't linger there.  The Cliff Shelf
trail and the prairie dog towns were my favorite.

As I left Badlands and drove towards Devil's Tower, I marveled at all the
amazing landscapes protected as National Parks and National Monuments.  It
made me wonder how many other similarly-spectacular places had been lost to
development or overuse.

My plan not to drive on any Interstates almost got me in trouble again as I
made my way towards Theodore Roosevelt National Park.

The map showed a road running due North parallel to the Interstate, but it
grew more and more dubious as I drove on.  The road rose with the terrain,
trending slightly uphill.  The lane-lines faded from hard to see to
non-existent, the pavement went from rough to crumbling to gravel over
rutted dirt.

The country seemed mostly empty, but dusty roads occasionally branched off,
leading to distant farms and ranches.  Rotting trestles over the river
suggested that a railroad once ran parallel to the road.

I bounced along at no more than 25 miles per hour, gritting my teeth and
wishing I hadn't been so stubborn.  Finally, I'd had enough.  I pulled over
at a place where the road widened on both sides and parked under a massive
oak tree.

I had lunch of some of the crackers and cheese and summer sausage from my
mom's gift basket.  As I ate, I watched as a few guys pulled up to the wide
spot on the other side of the road.  Some were on dirt bikes, some on
quads, one rode a mountain bike.  No helmets.  Who was I to judge, but I
did notice it.

They parked under other large oaks and headed down a trail.  A couple had
towels wrapped around their necks.

The road had been following a river on my left as I drove, flowing swiftly
most of the time.  I couldn't see it from where I had parked.  I figured
there must be a swimming hole down there somewhere.

When I finished eating, I crossed the road at the same time two guys rolled
up on quads.

Twins. Huh. Cute twins. Identical.  Early 20s, probably, black or dark
brown hair, deep brown eyes, wrestlers by the look of their scarred brows
and cauliflower ears.  Boxers, maybe.

 "Hey guys," I asked, "is there a swimming hole down there?"

"Yeah," said one of the twins.  "It's an old quarry, got flooded. We swim
there now."

"Locals only?" I asked, "or could I cool off?"

"Well," said the same guy, "it's only locals down there, I'm pretty sure,
but c'mon down if you want."

"Thanks, bud," I said. "I'll go grad my suit."

The other twin laughed. "Don't bother, kid.  We all go natural."

I laughed. "Works for me."

I followed them down a trail through chaparral and scrubby oak trees.
After a few hundred yards I could see cliffs on the opposite side of a wide
body of water.

We walked single file down the trail.  The twin in front of me asked,
"how'd you end up out here?"

"Stubbornness." I said.  "I'm trying to stay off the Interstates on a road
trip East and on the map this looks like a good route to Roosevelt National
Park."

The twin in front laughed, not kindly, and said "it's not."

"Yeah bud," I said trying to keep it light, "I've figured that out.  At
least I found a break here.  I'm Jon, by the way.".

The twin in front of me said, "I'm Zach, my brother is Cam.  He's not
always such a dick."

The trail ended on a broad bench of stone above a set of "steps" carved
lead down to the water.

Each step was 30 or so feet wide and about 4 feet deep or so.  Seven or
eight steps lead down to the water's edge.  The river flowed in to the lake
on my right.  Cliffs cut into the former quarry stood across the water from
us.

A couple of guys were relaxing in the sun at the water's edge, and a few
more were in the water.  From what I could see, everybody was naked.  I
could see fewer guys than I'd seen pull into the parking area.

"We leave our shit up here," said Zach, dropping his backpack and shucking
off his clothes.  Cam did the same.

I followed suit, dropping my backpack and pulling off my tank top and the
shorts I'd been wearing.  Zach looked me up and down while Cam took a
glance, pretending not to care.

I pretended not to notice, feigning disinterest and acting like I was
looking across the quarry to take in the scene.  From the corner of my
eyes, though, I saw two tanned, tight, hard bodies and two uncut dicks that
looked almost pre-adolescent in size.

"This is awesome, guys," I said.  "How cold is the water?"

"Not so fast," said Cam.  "We a, uh, ritual first."

"O-kaaay," I said a little skeptically.  "What do I have to do to go
swimming?"  I emphasized "go swimming" to make the whole thing seem a
little silly.

"It's no big deal, really," said Zach.  "See that point across the way,
where the rock leans out above the water?  You have to jump off that first.
Then you're good to go."

Okay, I guess.  The point was about 50 feet above the water, high enough to
be intimidating but not terrifying.  I'd jumped from higher backpacking in
Yosemite and King's Canyon over the last few years. "How do I get over
there?"  I said.

Zach yelled, "Brady!  Hey Brady!  Get up here!"

One of the guys lounging in the sun looked up at us, and slowly stood and
walked up the stone benches in our direction.

Zach said, "Brady's the oldest hand, so he'll show you what to do."  That
didn't make sense to me, usually the youngest guy got the shit job, but
whatever.  As he got closer, Brady was hot as fuck so what did I care how
they did stuff around here?

Brady was probably in his mid-20s.  He was probably below 6 feet tall but
not much.  Broad shoulders, stacked traps, broad chest, narrow waist.
Heavy chestnut chest hair, a solid treasure trail down to a pendulous uncut
cock.  Big balls.  Thick thighs and calves.  A few tattoos on his shoulders
and arms.  Yum.

Cam spoke first.  "This guy wants to go swimming," he said.  "We told him
you have to show him how it's done."

Brady cocked an eyebrow.  "You ready, kid?"

"I guess," I said.  "They told me I need to jump off that rock," I
gestured.  "I'm game.  Should I keep my shoes on?"  I didn't look forward
to a barefoot hike around to the point.

Brady laughed.  "You'd be nuts to do it barefoot.  Let's go."  He stopped
to step into a pair of battered sneakers.  "I didn't expect to hike up to
the point today," he said.

We chatted about our background as we walked around the quarry, him in the
lead.  His ass was high and tight, hairless above his tight globes, hairy
below and down his thighs.

Every now and again, I saw his heavy sack swing between his legs.  "Don't
get hard and fuck this up," I told myself.

Eventually it was clear that Brady's flip-flops were slowing us down.  "Why
don't you take the lead," he said.  As I passed by, I could see him notice
and appreciate my growing cock.  "Damn, kid," he said, "hiking suits you."

I blushed and took a risk.  "I guess I like the view," I said, avoiding his
eyes and moving in front of him.

"I do too!" he said from behind.  "Up ahead, take the trail to the right."

That didn't make sense.  The lake curved to the left so why veer away?
Still, he knew what to do.  I veered right.

The trail led to an alcove, surrounded on three sides by sandstone walls.
Clearly the quarrymen had followed a particular vein of stone, carved it
out, leaving a protected `"room" isolated from the rest of the quarry.

Brady followed my into the alcove.  "Sometimes we come here when we want
privacy," he said.  His dick was getting hard.  So was mine.

"It's a nice space to have," I said as I turned to face him.  "Everybody
can use some privacy."

Brady nodded.  "Some of us live in bunk houses with a bunch of other hands.
Other guys are crammed in with too much family.  The twins share a bedroom
with their three little brothers.  It's good to have a place to get away."

"And not just `privacy,' right?"  I gestured to the bottle of lube sitting
in a corner alcove.  "Sometimes a guy needs more than just privacy?"

"Yeah, man," Brady said.  "Sometimes a guy needs more."

"What do you need, Brady?"  I asked.

"I really want to fuck you."

I smiled.  "Sorry, bud.  After the lunch I just had, that would be a
disaster.  Can I suck your cock?"

"I haven't done much of that.  Cody, the guy who showed us how to do this,
said blowjobs are `bad hand jobs with teeth.'"

I thought about that for a second.  "A bad blowjob is probably terrible.
On the other hand, a good blowjob will blow your mind.  Let me show you?"

He sat back in a sun-warmed slab of stone.  I knelt in front of him and
took his meaty cock in my mouth, gripping his heavy ball to control the
angle.

My lips pushed back his tight foreskin as I squeezed his heavy nuts.  He
moaned and arched into my throat.

Brady's cock swelled as he pushed into me.  I fought hard to suppress my
gag reflex.  That thick cock was almost as much as I could take.

I squeezed and massaged his balls as I rose and fell on his cock.  He
moaned and called out, "oh, fuck kid, suck my cock!"  Brady's hand never
left the back of my head but he left me in control.

I chanced a tickle of Brady's pucker.  As I sucked his fat dick, I drew my
finger along his asshole.  He moaned and thrust his cock deeper into my
mouth.  I'd love to fuck this guy.

After just a couple of minutes, I knew he was getting close.  I picked up
the pace with my mouth and added my hand at his base.

Brady suddenly tensed and moaned.  "I'm cumming," he breathed, and then his
dick exploded.

I kept sucking, swallowing his cum and holding his nuts tight.  He flopped
back on the stone slab, moaning and I kept sucking his hard, fat cock.

Even when he was clean, I kept sucking his dick and massaging his nuts.

"Goddamn, kid, that was amazing.  I don't know what Cody was talking
about."

I smiled up at him, his softening cock in my hand.  "I had fun too.  Any
chance I can fuck you?"

He shook his head.  "Sorry, man.  Sometimes I take Zach, but you're way too
big for me.  I mostly fuck guys, you know?"

"Too bad," I said.  "I would love to fuck you."

"There're a couple of guys down there who would take you in a second.  Zach
for sure.  Let's go find you somebody to bone."

I followed Brady back to the main trail and we hiked towards the point.

"So you like sucking cock?" he asked as we walked.

"I do," I said.  "I'm new to this, figuring it out as I go, but one thing I
know is I like to make guys cum.  What about you?  Does everybody here fuck
around with each other?"

"Not everybody.  Cam stopped when he got a girlfriend, well mostly, and
some guys tried and didn't find anything they like doing.  I'm sure some
guys suck dick, but I haven't heard about it.  Anyway, after Cody moved
here, a lot of us found something we like to do with other guys."

"Who's this Cody dude you guys keep talking about?" I asked.

"He's a hand at one of the ranches up the road.  Moved up here from
Colorado last year.  Said he got tired of his buddies disappearing on him
when they knocked up their girlfriends so he found a way to keep that from
happening."

I snorted.  "I know," said Brady, "but if that's the story some guys tell
themselves, I don't care."

"More guys to have fun with, right?" I asked.

"Exactly," said Brady.  "Anyway, with all the ranches and farms out here,
there's way more guys than girls and we all get horny.  You think you'd
want to suck any more dicks today?"

"Sure," I said.  "The twins are hot."  At a distance, everybody else seemed
to be young and fit.  "Bring them on, I guess."

"You are going to blow some minds today," Brady said with a sly smile at
his accidental pun.  By then, we'd arrived at the point.

"When you jump," he said, "cover your nuts or you'll rack yourself real
bad.  That's part of the joke, why we make new guys jump.  We don't
normally tell them about that.  After that blowjob, I figure I owe you
one."

"Thanks, man," I said, both for the advice and for letting me suck his
cock.

Brady jumped first and I followed once he swam out of the way.  The rush
was exhilarating.  I hit the water hard, my hand protecting my balls from
the smack of water, much to the onlookers' disappointment.

"Awe, man," said Cam accusingly, "you told him to cover his nuts, didn't
you?"

Brady said, "after the blowjob he gave my up in the corner, I had to.  You
guys, Cody doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.  It was awesome!"

One of the other guys said, "Cody's dick's so big I doubt anybody could
suck it."  He looked at me.  "Are you going to suck my dick?"

He was a little older the Brady but younger than 30 for sure.  Blond hair
with a hint of red, a light beard that may have just been a few days
stubble.  He was playing idly with his semihard cock, stroking the base of
his cock with his thumb as he massaged his heavy balls.

"Sure, in a little while.  I'm going to cool in the water for a bit.  I'm
Jon, by the way," I told the guys.

"I'm Dale.  Look, buddy, don't take too long in the water.  The school bus
drops the kids off here and we clear out when they show up."  He looked up
at the sun.  "We don't have that much time."

"Me too," Zach interrupted.

I laughed.  "Yeah, you too, bud," I agreed.  There were a couple of other
guys just watching.  They were cute in different ways, fit bodies formed by
hard work, obviously comfortable around each other.  They were all playing
with their cocks.  I wondered if I'd get to suck them all.

"Do we have to hike back up by the point?"

"Naw," said Dale.  "There's a couple of places like that down here, just
less private."

"I don't care about privacy," I said.  "Do any of you?"  Nobody said a
word, lots of heads shaking.  "But I want to fuck one of you when I'm done
with the blowjobs."  I pointedly looked at Zach, who smiled and nodded.

"Okay," I said, "let's do this."  I could swim in a river any time I
wanted.  I pulled myself out of the water and knelt in front of Dale, who
was still a little soft.  I love to suck a cock before it gets fully hard,
I'd come to realize, so I grabbed his nuts and sucked him into my mouth.

Dale braced one hand against the stone wall beside us and moaned as I
started.  In less than a minute he was rock hard and oozing.  Fully hard,
Dale was about average, maybe a little bigger, and not too big for a
base-to-tip cock-sucking, at least once my jaw stretched out and we found
our rhythm.

He moaned louder as I used my lips to push back his foreskin and gently
tongued his frenulum and slimy glans.  Then, as I got used to his girth, I
sped up and Dale started to thrust.  I braced myself with one hand on the
stone bench behind Dale and the other on his tightening nuts, angling his
slimy cock down my throat.

My mouth was full of precum and the musk of Dale's cock.  I knew he was
close.  I gave his nuts another squeeze that set him off.  "Oh fuck, kid!
Here it comes!"

Dale grabbed the back of my head and thrust in as deep as he had ever been.
His dick swelled and I could feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat.
He kept shooting.  With each shot, pulled out a little and thrust in deep.
If I wasn't still angling his cock, I might have choked or he might have
found my teeth, but none of that happened.  It was perfect.

Dale tried to pull out when he was done cumming but I wouldn't have it.  I
held his balls tight and kept sucking his cock, tasting him cum and
enjoying the feeling of his slick dickhead in my mouth.  His legs were
shaking.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he moaned, one hand on my shoulder and the other
still braced on the wall.  His balls relaxed a little and I started to
massage them.  "Oh fuck, kid, keep going."

For a couple more minutes, I sucked Dale's dick.  When I finally pulled
off, he was as hard as when he came.  I leaned forward and gave his slit
one last lick.  Dale collapsed back onto the bench behind him, his eyes
glazed over.  "Thanks man, that was intense.  Fucking intense."  He lay
back and closed his eyes.

"I told you guys," said Brady, who was hard again, stroking his cock.

I turned to Zach.  "Next?"

"Fuck yeah," he said.  I moved over to kneel in front of him.

Hard, Zach's cock was just fine.  He was smaller than average, between 5.5
and 6 inches probably, and a little thinner than some guys, but it was
going to be a nice cock to suck.  I had to respect another grower.

Zach was leaking precum.  A thick strand hung from the tip of his foreskin
almost to the ground.  As I moved close to him, Zach swung forward and the
ooze stuck to my chest and belly.  I licked it off the tip of his cock and
nuzzled his glans through the foreskin.

He reached out and put his hands on my shoulders.  "Go slow, man.  I'm
really close already."

I wanted it to last too, so after teasing his frenulum and the tip of his
foreskin with my tongue for a few minutes, I swallowed him to his base and
stayed there, with my lips wrapped around the first inch of his cock.  Not
too much pressure, no attention to his glans, just short and soft strokes
to tease him.

Zach moaned and braced himself with his hands on my shoulders.  I continued
to bob lightly on his cock and started to tickle his dickhead with the back
of my tongue.  I couldn't swallow all Zach's precum and keep up with the
blowjob and I let it drip down my chin and then my chest.

I wiped my index finger back and forth across my slippery chest and then
reached between Zach's legs.  He pulled out of my mouth when he felt my
finger tickling his pucker.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

"Do you want to cum harder than you ever have?" I asked.

"I mean, yeah, I guess," he stammered.

"I'm going to use my finger to massage your prostate, okay?  Just like
getting fucked.  Tell me if it hurts going in and I'll stop."

I drooled a mouthful of precum and spit onto my fingers and then lowered my
mouth onto Zach's dick again.  As I re-established my rhythm, I slipped my
finger into Zach.  He moaned and pushed down on my hand.  "Oh my god," he
groaned.  "Yeah!  Fuck yeah, I get it.  Go!"

I pulled off.  "Another finger?  It's way better."

"Go slow," he warned.

Just like the bros in Texas had done with me, I crossed my fingers over and
slid them in slowly.  Zach's precum flooded my mouth.  Now I had to make
good on my promise of the best orgasm ever.

As I continued to massage him on the inside, I picked up my pace on his
cock.  No more short strokes at the base, now I was sucking his whole dick,
playing with his dickhead, tickling his frenulum and the tip of his
foreskin before driving back to his base.

Zach was riding my hand, breathing hard, almost panting.  He reached out
and put a hand against the wall like Dale had done.  I could tell he was
close.

Zach's orgasm came with a huge glut of cum on the first shot, maybe more
than Dale's whole orgasm.  I swallowed what I could but let some drain down
my chin rather than choke on it.  "Fuck yeah, oh god, fuck, keep going,
keep going, oh fuck," he yelled.

I kept going on Zach's both ends, grinding hard against his prostate with
my fingers and sucking his whole cock.  He was still oozing cum in little
bursts.  "Dude, oh my god, oh fuck," he moaned.

Zach started to go soft almost right away.  I was sorry about that.  One of
my favorite parts of a blowjob is sucking a guy's cock for a while after
he's cum.

I pulled back and looked at my chest, now covered in Zach's cum.  "Dude, I
didn't know a guy could cum that much," I said.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't usually cum like that.  But fuck, that was
awesome."

"Don't apologize, man," I said.  "I'm just glad you had a good time."

"Fuck yeah, I did.  I'm going to have to do that again."

I looked up at his brother.  "Your turn, bud?"

"I've got a girlfriend," he said primly.

"Does she suck your cock?" I asked.

His brother laughed.  "Not like that she doesn't," he said.

"Your choice," I said to Cam.  I could tell he was thinking hard.

Just then, a voice called down from higher up the steps, "what are you
fuckers doing down there?"

"Cody," said one of the guys.  "And Connor's with him."

"Hey, fellas," said Brady as two more guys in their 20s came down to the
water's edge.  "We're getting a blowjob lesson from this kid.  It's
awesome."

"Holy shit," said one of the new guys, a beefy redhead, when he saw me
kneeling in front of Zach, my chin and chest covered in cum.

The other new guy must be Cody.  Holy shit was he hot!  A little over six
feet tall, curly blond hair, with a wiry build and hard, defined muscles.
Tattoos on his shoulder and both arms, a bar through his right nipple,
tight cut off Levis and a pair of beat up Chuck Taylors.  He oozed sex, in
a rough, feral way.

"I don't like blowjobs," Cody said with finality.

"Maybe you just haven't had the right one," I said, not backing down.

"Not here, guys," said Cam.  "The bus will be here any minute."

"Naw," said Cody.  "It's on the side of the road back by the Garcia place.
Flat tire.  They're sending a mechanic but it's going to be a while."  He
turned to me.  "You think you can prove me wrong?"

"If anybody can," said Dean, "it's this kid.  Holy shit, I'm still seeing
stars."

"Me too," said Zach.

"Alright kid, let's do this," said Cody, unbuckling his belt and popping
the buttons on his shorts.  He was commando, so he stepped out of his
shorts and turned to face me.  His huge uncut cock was at my face level.

Soft, Cody was bigger than Zach hard.  I understood Dean's comment, it
would be hard to suck his dick when he was hard.  Hell, he'd be a mouthful
soft.  Yum!

 "I'm going to have use my hands when you're hard." I said.  "I'll bet
you've had plenty of teeth across that dickhead."

He smiled and swung his dick at my cheek, where it hit with a wet smack.

I grabbed Cody's heavy sack and swallowed his cock down to the base.  He
was already getting hard, so I wanted him as deep as I could for as long as
I could.  As I swallowed his cock, I tasted precum, lots of it, which I
thought was weird since he was still mostly soft.

As Cody's cock stiffened, I picked up my pace.  He grew and grew.  Cody had
to be over nine inches long, but he never got fully hard so I was able to
keep sucking his entire cock, pulling his semihard tool all the way down my
throat.  Mostly, though, I used my hand at the base to let me focus on his
glans.

"Fuck, kid," Cody moaned, "this is good."  I kept going and Cody kept
stiffening, but he never got fully rigid.  That was fine with me, although
I wondered if he could cum semi-soft.

I pulled off him and said, "lay down there," gesturing to the stone bench
behind him.  As Cody repositioned, I knelt next to him grabbed his nuts to
angle his cock.  Behind his balls, I felt the slick of lube and wondered
what Cody and Connor had been up to before they came down to the quarry.

As I swallowed Cody's cock again, I slipped two fingers on my right hand up
his ass.  I was rewarded with a mouthful of precum and a low moan.  I kept
my fingers in place and picked up my speed.  My mouth was focused on his
glans and the last four inches of his cock, my left hand pumped the rest.

Cody moaned again and began to thrust.  I was glad I had my hand in place
to control him and keep his dickhead off my teeth.  He grinded against my
fingers buried against his prostate.

"You want my load?" he asked in a raspy voice?  I answered by swallowing
him deeper.  "Fuck, kid, here it is!"

Still semi-hard, Cody's dickhead swelled to the size of a plum.  He shot
five or six jets of cum into my mouth and throat.  I swallowed them all and
kept sucking.  I pulled my fingers out and just focused on his cock.

I felt a warm splash of cum on my back and realized Connor must have cum on
me.  Sure enough, he stepped into view stroking a cock as thick as a Coke
can jutting out of thicket of rusty pubic hair.  I was glad he'd already
cum because I am pretty sure I would have met my match with his girth.

Cody was going soft again, or softer, but I just kept sucking his dick.  He
moaned and writhed and kept his hand on the back of my head.  Did I keep
him in my mouth for 5 minutes?  10?  15?  Honestly, I have no idea, I could
have spent a day with his softening cock down my throat.

Before I finished, I spent some time tonguing his massive purple cockhead.
When I finally let go of Cody's cock, it fell back onto his belly with a
satisfying wet smack.

I bent down and whispered in his ear, "I want to fuck you.  Now."

He growled back, "not here, not in front of the guys.  Later."

I stood up and asked, "anybody else?"  But just then we all heard the grind
of gears and the hiss of air brakes.

"School bus," said Cam.  "Put those boners away."

 "Too bad, fellas." I said standing up.  "This was fun."  I turned and dove
into the water to wash off the cum.  "Zach," I called from the water, "I'm
sorry not to get that fuck."  He laughed.

I climbed out of the water and jogged up to my clothing.  I was still rock
hard and needed to get dressed. I hoped my cock wouldn't leak through and
draw attention to my waist since the outline of my cock was clearly visible
poking above the waistband of my shorts, outlined by the thin fabric of my
shirt.

On our way up to the road, we passed a string of high school and younger
boys on their way down to the quarry.  Zach said to three who looked just
like him and his brother, "Dad wants you home in an hour.  We'll leave one
the of the quads for you."

I lingered as everybody else headed out, pretending to rearrange some gear.
Finally, Cody and I were the only ones left.  He jerked his thumb in the
direction my truck was pointing.  "Third road on the left.  second driveway
on the right.  The bunkhouse is next to the water tower.  Park behind the
barn.  Give me 10 minutes."

He climbed onto a dusty dirt bike and sped off.

I waited five minutes and followed his directions.  The ranch seemed empty
other than Cody's bike parked in a carport next to the bunkhouse.  I drove
around and parked between a horse trailer and an old pickup truck resting
on cinderblocks, invisible from anywhere except right behind my truck.

I walked through the back door of the bunkhouse, into the kitchen, and let
the screen door slam to make sure Cody knew I was there.

I passed through the kitchen into a living room.  A long battered dining
table with benches running down either side stood next to the kitchen.
Beyond that, faded leather couches formed a "C" in front of a massive,
ancient television in the middle of the room.

There were a couple of other seating areas and some bookcases filled with
yellowing paperbacks.  Decks of worn playing cards and poker chips sat on a
table near the front door.

Doors on either side of the room led off to a dormitory, with rows of bunk
beds, and a bathroom that looked like it had three stalls and an open
shower beyond.

Cody sauntered out of door on the beside the kitchen, maybe the foreman's
quarters.  "So you still want to fuck me?" he asked lightly.

To answer, I pulled off my shirt and yanked down my shorts.  My still hard
cock, smacked my belly as I pulled it free from my shorts.

"Uh, I should have asked this before, but you're 18, right?"

"Yep, in May.  Stop stalling."

"Fuck me, kid."

It took me three steps to reach him.  I undid his belt and popped the
buttons on his shorts.  I yanked the cut-offs partway down his legs and
stamped down on his them with my foot.  Cody took a step out of them and we
were both naked.

I spun Cody around and bent him over the back of one of the couches.  If he
took Conner's Coke can, he could take me, but I still used some care when I
entered him.  It wasn't necessary.  My foreskin was a balloon of precum,
and Cody was still lubed up from earlier, so I slid in easily all the way
to the base.

"Oh god, kid.  Fuck me!"  I did.  At first, I used short slow thrusts to
find our rhythm.  Cody moaned and groaned.  "Deeper," he called, "harder,"
so I railed him.  Hard, fast, full-cock thrusts.  His wordless screams
filled the bunkhouse each time I bottomed out.  I pushed the couch two feet
forward as I hammered into him.

I was so turned on from sucking those cocks, I knew I wouldn't last long,
but I didn't think Cody would cum first.  But suddenly screamed, "cumming,
cumming, fuck me kid, keep fucking me!"  That set me off too.

"Fuck, Cody!"  I came hard.  I buried shot after shot into him, each with a
hard thrust as deep as I could go.  Even after I'd cum, I kept fucking him.

"God yes, keep going, keep going."  It felt as good for me so I kept
pounding.  For how long?  I don't know.  A long time.  Finally I collapsed
on top of him, still buried balls deep.

"Fuck, that was hot," I said.  I stood up and pulled out, grabbing Cody's
legs as I stood.  I flipped him onto his back on the couch.  A snail's
trail lead down the back of the couch, and a thick puddle of cum lay in the
dust bunnies and lint that had accumulated under the couch.

I climbed over the back of the couch and took Cody's cock in my mouth, or
at least tried.  Unlike at the quarry, Cody was rock hard.  I didn't think
I could get his glans in my mouth without grazing him with my teeth, so I
just licked him like a lollypop, teasing his frenulum and playing with his
foreskin.

Cody was still blissed out from his orgasm, eyes closed and breathing hard.
His hand rested lightly on my head.  I was getting hornier and hornier
stroking and sucking his cock.  I wondered if he could cum again.  I knew I
could, but he'd already cum at least twice in the last hour and who knows
what he did earlier with Connor.

"Cody," I said.  He didn't register.  "Hey, Cody," I said louder to get his
attention.

"Mmmmm?" he asked.

"Hey man, I'm still really fucking horny.  Can I fuck you some more?"

He laughed, eyes still closed.  "Kid, you can fuck me whenever you want.
But you might want to save it, though.  I've got a buddy who's supposed to
stop by in a little bit.  He'll love you, kid."

"I'll be ready for him, but I feel like I'm going to pop if I don't cum
again soon.  I can jerk off if you'd rather."

"Fuck me, kid.  Just take it a little easy, I may be walking with a limp
after today if I'm nor careful."

I laughed.  We were both still rock hard so I bent Cody's knees towards his
chest, lined up my cock, and slid in deep.  "Yeah," he moaned, "like that,"
as I started to slide in and out with slow, sensual strokes.

I wanted this to last.  Cody was so fucking sexy, intense eyes, smoking hot
body, drooling uncut cock.  I took him all in as I slid in and out.

"Can you cum again?" I asked.

"I can always cum, kid.  Fuck me.  Yeah, like that, fuck me."  I kept
going.

Cody's closed his eyes again.  He was whimpering on each thrust, stroking
his cock.  I pushed his hand away and took over.  I didn't want him to cum
too soon, so I tried to bring him to the edge and then back off.  His abs
and chest were drenched in precum.  I'd take a lick here and there.

The feeling of his slippery cock finally sent me over the edge.  "Yeah kid,
your cock is swelling.  I feel it.  Fuck, so big.  Cum in me, kid, shoot
that load."

Lightening flashed behind my eyes as I let loose.  This was way more
intense than my first primal orgasm.  When I came to my senses, I realized
that Cody had cum again too, filling my hand with his thick seed.  I kept
fucking him.  He wrapped his long legs around me.

"Wow, kid, I wasn't kidding.  You can fuck me any time you want.  Holy
shit, that was intense."

I bent down and kissed him.  He didn't seem the kissing type but it felt
right.  He kissed me back, hard, and we spent the next half an hour glued
together, my cock buried deep up his ass, his legs wrapped around me,
kissing and nibbling each other as I kept pumping into him and flexing my
hard cock.

We heard a vehicle pull up to the bunkhouse and the engine turn off.
"That's my buddy," Cody said.

"Is me being here going to be a problem?" I asked.

"No, he'll love it.  Plus, he's here for the same thing you are, more or
less, so if you're into it, we could have some more fun."

"Holy shit, Cody," I said with a laugh, "you're a machine."

The front door banged open and a man in his 20s stepped into the room.  He
was Hispanic, or maybe Native American, with strong high cheekbones,
intense black eyes, a black buzzcut.  He looked fit in a pair of jeans,
dusty cowboy boots, and a sweat-stained blue tee shirt.

I looked up over the back of the couch.  "Oh, hey man," he said, confused.
"Have you seen Cody?"

From underneath me, Cody piped up.  "Hey Darrin, I'm down here, man."

Darrin laughed, "holy shit, Cody.  You never stop, do you."

I pulled out of Cody and stood up.  "Hey bud, nice to meet you.  I'm Jon.
He's all yours."

"I'm Darrin," he said, eyes sweeping me up and down, but lingering on my
cock.  "Usually, I'm where Cody is and he's where you were."

I laughed.  "Well, Cody's had a busy afternoon but I'm sure he can go
another round or two."

"You want to join us?" Darrin asked.

"Hell yeah," I said.  "What do you have in mind?"

"I usually stop by here after I unload a truck of cattle," Darrin
explained.  "I'm a sweaty mess.  Usually, I take a shower and Cody helps me
unwind.  You can help too."

"Glad to.  Lead the way."

Pretty soon, we were all standing together under the hot water.  Cody and I
were still hard, and Darrin was getting there.

"Do you want to fuck me, kid?" Darrin asked.

"Yeah, but not yet.  Let Cody go first.  I want to suck your dick."

Cody and I both knelt down, him working to get Darrin ready for his cock,
me sucking Darrin's.  It was about 7 inches long, a little slimmer than
average, and uncut, with a long shaggy foreskin I spent a lot of time
teasing.

I was just playing with Darrin's cock, really, but not doing anything to
make him cum.  I knew once Cody was inside him he'd probably shot fast and
hard and I wanted to make it last as long as possible.

I licked the bottom of his shaft, then pulled back his foreskin and swirled
his slippery brown glans around in my mouth.  He moaned and pushed in all
the way.  His erection curved slightly down, so I easily took his whole
length down my throat.

I tried to keep his dickhead off the back of my throat because I didn't
want him to get too stimulated.  Instead, I wrapped my lips around the base
of his dick and slid slowly up and down the bottom two thirds of his shaft.
He moaned softly and I tasked precum.

"Get ready," Cody told Darrin.  I backed off and turned to watch Cody
penetrate Darrin.

"Slow, man," Darrin said.

I had an idea.  "Wait a second, guys.  Do you want me to get you started?"
I asked Darrin.  "Once you're used to me, Cody will be a lot easier to
take."

"Yeah, kid," said Darrin, "plus I can't wait to get you in me."

I stepped in front of Cody, giving his lubed-up cock a few friendly strokes
as I did.

After lubing my shaft up, I pulled back my foreskin and pressed my cock
against Darrin's ochre pucker.  My precum and the lube worked as they
should.  I slid past Darrin's first ring easily.  I didn't try his second
right away, instead just made some slow, short thrusts to spread out the
lube and get him ready.

"You didn't treat me all gentle like that," Cody pretended to complain.

"You didn't need it," I laughed back.  Cody shrugged and smiled, to say,
"you got me."

Darrin moaned and pushed back against me, "deeper," he said in a husky
voice.  I pushed past his second ring, which I'd been sliding up against
for a couple of minutes as I stretched him out.  He moaned louder.

"Fuck me, kid," Darrin yelled.  "Don't wait."  So I did.  After a few "get
to know you" thrusts, I fucked him fast and hard.  He braced his hands
against the wall.  Cody was playing with Darrin's nipples but stayed away
from his leaking cock.

I'm a couple includes taller than Darrin, so I was driving down straight
onto his prostate.  He was grunting and moaning.  "Don't cum, dude," I told
him.  "I want your load down my throat."

"You can have my next load," he moaned.  "Fuck the cum out of me, kid."  So
I did.  Railing him like I had Darrin, I pulled my cock almost all the way
out and slammed in as deed as I could go.  Again and again and again, as
fast as I could fuck.

After a couple of minutes, Darrin screamed out, "yeah, there, kid, right
there," and cum exploded out of his cock, spraying the wall.  He kept
cumming as I kept fucking him, slower now, slow hard thrusts aimed directly
at his prostate.  "Fuck yeah," he moaned, "oh my god, fuck yeah."

I was close but didn't know if he was too sensitive for me to keep going.
"Keep fucking me, kid," he said as I slowed down wondering, "cum in me."

I upped my pace, my eyes on Cody and dripping cock.  His dickhead was just
poking out of his foreskin and a long rope of precum hung from its tip.

I reached around and took Darrin's slimy pole in my hand.  As I jacked his
cock, I came hard as the feeling of my hand on his knob combined with the
pure lust I felt slamming his tight hole.

"Dude," I moaned, "take it.  Take it!"  Darrin moaned as my cock swelled
and then exploded.  I kept fucking him until my legs started to shake.  I
had to steady myself with a hand against the wall.  I slowly pulled out, my
cock coated in cum.

"That's going to be a hard act to follow," Cody laughed.

"Give it a shot," said Darrin, his eyes gleaming.  "If you think you're man
enough."

Cody got a look in his eyes.  Darrin was about to get the fucking of his
life, which is probably why he teased Cody in the first place.

"I'll show you what kind of man I am, and the kid here is going to be my
witness.  Hands against the wall."

Darrin put his hands on the tile and spread his feet apart, but Cody was
going to put on a show.  He kicked Darrin's feet wider, and pushed down on
Darrin's lower back, to make him raise his ass higher.  Then in one motion,
Cody drove his cock all the way into Darrin.  Darrin screamed, but in a
good way.

Cody was merciless, Darrin was in heaven, and I was totally entertained.  I
didn't want to speed things up but I eventually wriggled between the shower
wall and Darrin, with his cock directly in my face.

"Don't you fucking touch him, kid," Cody growled, "he's all mine until he
cums."

"Deal," I called back.  "Fuck him, Cody!"

Darrin agreed.  "Fuck me, Cody!  Like that!  Yeah!  Fuck me!"

I could tell Darrin was getting ready to cum.  Suddenly his glans swelled
like a cobra flaring its hood and his cock jumped up, shooting fat ropes of
cum at me.  The first hit my forehead, the second hit my tongue, and then I
had his cock in my mouth and I took the rest down my throat.

Cody kept fucking Darrin, their momentum doing all the work for me to suck
his cock.  Each thrust from Cody drove Darrin's cock down my throat, each
time Cody pulled back I followed his cock and teased his glans and frenulum
with my tongue.

Darrin was leaking precum, Cody kept up his assault, and Darrin's dick was
swelling again.  "Oh fuck, I'm cumming.  Suck my cock, kid, oh fuck, that
feels so good Cody.  Fuck me!"

Darrin shot another laser of cum down my throat and then filled my mouth
with shot after shot.  I kept swallowing, but I couldn't keep up.  Darrin's
cum spilled down my chin, dripping down my chest and onto my hard cock.

Cody kept up his assault for a while longer, but we all calmed down
eventually.  I let Darrin's cock fall from my mouth when Cody pulled out.
What seemed like a pint of cum spilled down Darrin's legs.  He was in bliss
now but I wondered if he'd be able to walk tomorrow.

We all ended up sitting in the warm water, our backs against the tile,
panting.  We were all still hard but I was so sensitive that I didn't want
anybody or anything to touch my dick.

"Holy shit, you guys," I eventually gasped, "that was awesome.  Thanks."

"You rocked it, kid," said Darrin.

"We all rocked it," corrected Cody.

"I can't believe I have to drive back tonight.  It was worth it, but I hope
you have coffee.  I'm going to need it," said Darrin.

"Fuck that," said Cody.  "Sleep here.  Drive back in the morning."

"I can't.  I need to get the cattle car disinfected tonight so they can
haul it out again tomorrow.  At least I have the day off."

"What about you, kid?" asked Cody.  "You're spending the night, right?"

"I am now.  If you hadn't invited me, I'd be sleeping in my truck on the
side of the road."

We eventually used up all the hot water in the boiler, even though it was
made to supply a bunkhouse of 20 guys.

We got cleaned up and dressed and Darrin headed out.  "Next week, same day,
right?" he said to Cody.

"You know it, man."

"And find some hot-as-fuck kid to bring along, too."

We all laughed.  "Darrin," I said, "thanks.  Today was awesome."

After he left, Cody and I sat on the bunkhouse's wide front porch.  He told
me about working for the ranch's owners in Colorado.  How they'd sold that
property, near where he'd grown up, and offered him a job here.

It turned out that the road improved just North of the Ranch.  Cody was
finishing his two year degree at a local community college with plans to
transfer to North Dakota State or, if he could swing it, the Colorado
School of Mines.  Petroleum Engineers made good money and had a lot of time
off for fun.

The ranch's owners hadn't decided what to do with the property so they just
needed Cody to hang out, make sure nobody stole the ranch's equipment, and
keep everything fire safe.  He said was bored when he first moved there,
but was having a better time since he met the guys at the quarry.

I told Cody a little about my trip East.  He was amazed that two months
before I'd never been with a guy.  "You're a fast learner," he said.

"I've had good teachers," I said in reply, leaning over to kiss him.

That night, I slept with Cody in the foreman's bed beside the kitchen.  It
was a new mattress on squeaky old springs in an ancient iron bedframe.  We
slept nude and made out a little, but we were so tired and spent that we
fell asleep without doing much more than feeling each other's cocks.

Maybe I sucked him a little.

I fucked Cody once more in the growing gray light after his alarm clock
woke us up.  He had to check the property's perimeter that day and needed
an early start.

Coyotes stopped howling and looked towards the bunk house.  Owls wheeled
away from the ranch, seeking quieter places to hunt.  Cody's and my screams
mixed with the cacophony of the crashing bedsprings.  We came at the same
time, yelling and grunting in the new day's first light.

I sucked Cody clean in the shower, barely resisting the urge to spin him
around and penetrate him again.  Barely.  He had work to do and I had more
adventures on the road ahead of me.

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Thanks for reading, guys.  I hope to get back to a regular schedule after
my fall stall.  I'm working on a couple of chapters at the same time, not
sure right now which will come next, but I have the rest of Jon's summer
planned and partially written.

I'm getting Jon ready for A. Ham, but most of the rest of his summer is
like this, less like his conversation with Sam in the previous chapter.
Still working on how to balance college, which will be closer to Sam, with
this, which is easier and more fun to write.

I'd love any feedback you'd like to provide via email to
cottagecore.stories@gmail.com

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