Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2018 01:12:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Tom Bauer Subject: Cocksucker of the County - 1 gay, high school, authoritarian, athletics This work of fiction is written for the enjoyment of whoever reads it. I welcome comments of any nature about the direction the story is going or what you want to hear more about: they are appreciated. Please email me at tebb4283@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The follwoing is an original story of fiction that contatins explicit scenes of male/male sex and a variety of consensual activities between adults. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or is illegal to access in your geotraphy, please do not proceed. If this offends you, please move on. Please help support the work of Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. consider making a donation today. help keep Nifty free and accessible for everyone. ******Cocksucker of the County By Tom Bauer I'm in my senior year of high school in Burwell, Nebraska. Seat of Garfield County, it is a small town of 1200 people -- Nebraska has never been known to be liberal, and trust me the small towns like mine are known to be conservative as hell -- socially, politically, economically and (unfortunately) sexually. A lonely place to be gay. Our most exciting event is "Nebraska's Big Rodeo" at the Garfield County Frontier Fairgrounds. Held the last weekend in July, hundreds of stud cowboys descend on our town for a buffett of flesh. Usually, for the last few years, I could find one or two of the young bucks wandering home, drunk, having struck out at scoring. A little talking, a little manipulation, a little "geez you're drunk" and "man are you a stud", and often I could have a little fun. I was in my old Ford Taurus, slouching in the front driver's seat and was cranking Kenny Roger's "Coward of the County". It's one of my favorite songs, and kinda resonated as I was too yellow to tell anyone, even my family, about my sexuality. I figured when I got to college, I would enjoy my freedom then. I was just singing to myself and eying the eye candy that was walking around on the hot July evening, and thinking lustful thoughts that should damn me to hell. Suddenly, the passenger door opened and down plopped a fantasy stud practically in my lap. He had to be close to my age, cowboy boots wrapped in wranglers practically painted onto his legs, a skin tight t-shirt with a collared shirt open all the way, topped by a black cowboy hat. He looked over at me and I melted. A strong, straight jaw, a little beard stubble, straight masculine nose, midnight black hair puffing out from underneath his cowboy hat. His half-goofy smile complimented his black eyebrows that topped a pair of green eyes that made me weak in the knees even if they were slightly bleary from how much he had drank. "Um, excuse me, do I know you?" I asked. "If you don't, you should!" he half-slurred while laughing at his own joke. "I'm Chad; down here from Gordon, Nebraska. You know where Gordon, Nebraska is?" "Jesus, that's 200 miles from here; in the middle of fucking nowhere." Chad snorted, and said, "And Burwell is a fucking metropolis? Give me a fucking break! I came here for the rodeo and there's not a fucking girl to fuck in 20 miles" "Christ, Chad, I could have told you that and saved you the trip!" I said laughingly. Focusing again, I said, "So.....why are you in my car?" "You know, you're pretty rude. I've introduced myself to you and you haven't told me your name. Rude bastard!" he said, drunkily giggling to himself. I decided to see where this was gonna go. "Name's Kendall. Good to meet you." "Kendall? Isn't that a girl's name?" Chad snorted. "It can be either, and fuck you if you don't like it. You can get out of the car if it's an issue for you." I'm pretty sensitive about my name. "Now don't get your panties in a bunch, Kendall", he said, laughing at his pun. "Look, I couldn't find a girl, and I am just a little light headed from drinking a little too much and it was fall on my face, or jump in your car. I don't mean to be a prick". I immediately softened, and said, "I've been there before. The girls around here are tighter than a banker. You wanna just drive in the country and let you clear your head?" "Let's go!" he said. I drove him around shooting the breeze just rambling about anything. I kept looking over at Chad and drinking in the incredible site that he was. Man, I'd like to spend a weekend with him on a deserted island... We were going down the back roads around Burwell, an area called Beer Can Alley since it's littered with decades of beer cans from thousands of downed brews by high schoolers. "Hey, pull over, I have to whiz.", he said. "Yeah, I could too." I said. I pulled over on the gravel road, killed the lights, and got out of the car. Chad did too. I walked to the front of the car, unzipped, pulled out my wiener and let it go. I heard Chad walk up next to me, pull his zipper down, and let go as well. I glanced at his dick while he was pissing and involuntarily drew in a gasp of breath. I looked up and while I had glanced at his dick, he had been looking at my face. I couldn't help myself, and asked, "how big is that thing"? "You've never seen an anaconda this size before?" he said smiling. "Uh, no, I guess not..." "Well, it's soft right now, about 7 ½ limp. When a honey shines it for me, it grows to just over 11." "You're kidding me, seriously? Incredible..." He ran his hand up and down his soft cock to squeeze out the piss and looked at me saying,"why, you wanna see it or try it?" "Hey, I didn't want to be rude, I just had never seen one that big before. It's huge." Chad stepped away from the weeds he had pissed in, and sat/leaned against the front of my car, his dick still outside of his wranglers, swaying in the breeze. I zipped up and walked to Chad and said, "Well, we should get going." "Why", Chad asked. "What's the hurry? Just chill." I leaned on the car hood next to him and just chatted about anything and everything, all the while stealing glances down to his cock. Maybe it was the breeze, maybe it was fate, but his dick slowly started to inflate from being just a little longer, to a semi-chubby, to a full chubby, to a full 11 inches of prime beef. It stood out from his crotch with a slight downward arch because of weight and girth. "Um, Chad, you seem to have a little problem there..." "Ah, Kendall, things are a problem only if there is no solution. I was figuring, my cock in your throat, my balls on your chin, no problem" Chad said smiling his infectious grin. "What the fuck!?! What makes you think I'd want to suck your cock?" I half yelled. "Seriously, Kendall? I drop in your car unknown, and unannounced, talk you into driving me around in the back roads while you rape me with your eyes, we stop to take a pee and I leave my dick out with no protests from you, and you think I don't know you're hungry for cock? You won't be the first guy to swing on this masterpiece!" I started to protest again, and Chad smacked his hand across my face and barked, "Shut the fuck up, kneel down, and start sucking!" I stood there stunned at his change in attitude. He put both hands on my shoulders and pressed down until my knees collapsed and I knelt before him. "Suck" was all he said. The angry pole of flesh throbbed with each of beat of his heart. His hands encased my skull and pulled me toward his cock. "Suck, I said!" I began licking up and down his shaft trying to get it wet enough to allow me to swallow it. He had a massive set of balls, and my tongue danced with them as I imagined the load they held for me. He soon grew tired of the ball play, and slowly lowered his cock to the level of my mouth, dragging the tip of his cock across my forehead, eyes, nose to my mouth, leaving a thick trail of precum in its wake. I opened my mouth wide and accepted the first four inches before closing my lips. Groaning, he locked his hands behind my neck and began a slow thrusting in and out of my mouth. This was by far the largest dick I had ever sucked, and the girth of his prick was making it hard to breath. I soon found out he really didn't care. Like a battering ram, his dick hit the back of my throat again and again. He had a large belt buckle from a championship rodeo that had been my focal point as he thrust into my mouth, and I reached up and opened the buckle, and unsnapped his pants. They fell to the ground in a clunk and I realized he had been commando all along. I grabbed his legs to steady myself as his hips swung his cock in and out of my mouth in an arch of lust. Soon, he stopped the in and out thrusting and slowly began to push his cock into my throat. I choked and gagged over and over, but it did nothing to stop the assault. He didn't stop until my lips were buried in his dark bush of pubic hair. After grinding into my face, he quickly drew out of my mouth. His cock was covered with a layer of mucus from my throat. He used the mucus to jack his dick a few times, then put his hands behind my neck again and like a torpedo jammed his cock down my throat once again. Every few thrusts, he would draw his dick out and jack it with my throat mucus, then jam it down once again in one push. Soon, breathing raggedly, he began to moan loudly and buried his dick in my throat and held it there. I could feel the pulsing of his cum in the vein under his dick as he emptied himself down my throat. After seven ropes of cum were sent down my throat, he released my neck and his dick slowly slipped from my mouth leaving a trail of sperm on my tongue as he exited. Gasping for breath, I looked up at what was now an angelic face of contentment framed with his cowboy hat. The same guy who just raped my throat now looked so innocent... He reached down, pulled up his pants, fastened his belt and nonchalantly said, "Well, let's get back, I'm thirsty for a beer." He hopped in the car and waited for me to get in as well. We drove back to town with him singing with the music on the radio. My throat was so sore, I didn't even begin to try to sing. Once again, the song "Coward of the County" came on the radio. He belted out at the top of his lungs, "Everyone considered Kendall the cocksucker of the county..." We were entering the town by this time, and I kept trying to get him to quiet down. As I parked the car and got out, he hopped out grabbed his crotch and belted out the phrase one more time and half yelled "Kendall's the cocksucker of the county!" I turned around as he did that and saw the senior class football players frozen in place, mouths open and staring at us.