Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2020 17:58:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son Part 5 The Traveling Salesman and the Farmer's Son By Danny Smith At the end of part four, I mentioned that the story was originally intended to stop there, but if there was enough reader interest it could be continued. The responses I received made it clear that the story was popular enough to justify continuing it, at least for now. I do think that many otherwise good stories on Nifty go on way to long and would benefit with some trimming. The point of saying that is not to denigrate any of the terrific authors that post here, but just to say that this extension will only be a short one. Part Five Danny's Story It's hard to believe that almost a year had gone by since my memorable visit with my Air Force buddy Greg and his hot son Alec. I smiled to myself just thinking about it. I frankly had to control my thoughts because it was pretty easy to get a boner just looking back on it, and I didn't want to risk that with my son Chuck sitting in the seat beside me. Chuck was really excited to be coming with me, on a trip that was part business and part pleasure. He knew that Greg was probably my closest friend from our days together in the USAF, so he wanted to meet him. But when I described Greg's son, Alec, he really perked up. It seemed to spark something in him when I described how Alec looked and how close he and his dad were. So now here we were on the road up to Greg's farm in north Mississippi. The ride isn't particularly scenic, with mile after mile of pine trees. All the way there, though, Chuck seemed occasionally distracted. Daydreaming maybe. Or like he had something to tell me. Something he wanted to get off his chest. I wasn't always sure about what he was thinking. He's 14, but almost 15, and went through puberty late, but hard. In every sense of that word. His voice deepened into a man's almost overnight, he went through a growth spurt, started shaving, and frankly couldn't seem to stop playing with himself. We'd had the father-son talk about how babies are made and he had that same vague look after we finished like he was thinking about something. Something he either couldn't say, or didn't want to. Chuck's Story My Dad is the greatest and it was so cool to be spending time with him like this. All the way up to his friend's house we blabbed about anything and everything. His job now; his job in the Air Force; how he met his friend Greg; my girlfriend; sports (I'm really into baseball) -- you name it. I thought that maybe on this trip, with all this time alone driving, I'd be able to bring myself to tell him. I wanted to tell him the truth about how I felt, ask his advice, get him to open up about whether he'd ever...I thought maybe him and Greg...I can't even let myself think it. Here's what I really wanted to say: "Dad, I think I'm gay." I know what a lot of you might be thinking right now "For Christ's sake, dumb ass, are you or not? Just pick a team and play on it." But I don't feel that way. I just don't know how I feel. I like guys. There I said it, and I mean it. I really like guys -- looking at them, watching them, thinking about them. I fantasize being with a guy all the time. But here's the really screwed up part: when I'm lying in bed, jacking off, the guy I'm fantasizing about looks just like my Dad. No, what I mean is, it is my Dad. But when I'm with my girlfriend I still bone up, that's for sure. I like kissing her and stuff. Once she even started rubbing my crotch so I did the same to her. It was fun! But later that night, jacking off in bed, it wasn't her that I was thinking about. Danny's Story The farm came in sight, and I got that old stirring in my crotch. Chuck and I planned to stay the night, and I hoped that Greg and I would have some privacy to share what we both wanted. If I was really lucky I would be able to squeeze in a moment or two with his son Alec. Just didn't know how the day would go, or the evening for that matter. In my really wildest dreams I hoped that maybe, just maybe, Chuck and I could...wait...can't get ahead of myself. If this was ever going to happen, it had to happen naturally. And it had to be Chuck's idea. But maybe I could encourage it. We arrived and there was Greg sitting on the front porch. "Danny old buddy, so damn good to see you!" Greg was his same old goofy, warm, manly self. So it didn't bother me at all that he ran up and gave me a big bear hug. "And this young lad must be Chuck." "Yes sir, Mr. Greg. My Dad's told me a lot about you. And your son!" "Well you can't believe everything he said about me, but I'll bet whatever he said about Alec is all true." With that my son and I piled out of the car. I got my box of samples (had to talk at least a little business) and Chuck picked up our overnight bags. "Stow those in Mr. Greg's spare bedroom," I told him. Greg cut in, "No, son, put your stuff in the spare, but put your Dad's in the main bedroom. It's the one to the right. That way you and Alec can talk about boy stuff and your dad and I can catch up on old times." One little butterfly started flying around in my stomach. We just took a step down the road. The butterflies increased as Greg's son Alec, 16, walked out of the barn and started over toward us at trot. I was struck again by how sexy the kid was. I couldn't decide if he looked more like a movie store (a young Alec Baldwin came to mind) or some star I saw on Pornhub.com. Too young to be in videos this side of the Dark Web, I guess, but you get the picture. "Hey, Mr. Danny, you're sure a sight for sore eyes," and like his dad he hugged me without embarrassment. "Alec, this is my son Chuck, that I told you about." "Cool, hey Chuck glad to finally meet you," as he stuck out his hand in greeting. "Likewise," was my son's response. "I was just getting ready to put this stuff in the bedrooms. Can you show me where?" "Sure," and they both trotted off into the house. I complimented Greg with "Your son gets better looking every day." He replied with a grin, "Danny boy, I was just going to say that about your son. Wow, he's got those Smith good looks for sure." As we turned toward the farmhouse to talk a little business, both boys came out of the house carrying a basketball and heading toward the barn. "Dad, Alec and I are going to shoot some hoops," and off he went, while Greg and I went inside to talk a little business. Chuck's story I was blown away by Alec's good looks, but also by his friendliness. I'd worried a little bit that since he was older than me, it might be awkward, but he was super nice about it. We shot hoops and played Horse for about an hour I guess. He was beating the pants off me. I'm an okay basketball player, but he was a star. "That's another game," he razzed, "you need to practice your layups!" "Right, but I'm really not much of a basketball guy. My sport is baseball." "Don't have a baseball here, sorry. In fact," he added grabbing his crotch, "the only other kind of balls I got are right here. But you can play with them anytime you want." I laughed out loud at his lame joke, but hoped he was at least half serious. I was really looking forward to tonight, and really glad to know we'd be sharing a bed. "Maybe later," I responded. I tried to make it sound like a joke if he was kidding, but sound interested if he really meant it. His next comment was in the same `are you kidding or not' category: "What position do you like?" "Huh?" "You said you're on the JV baseball team. Just wondered what position you play." "Oh, sure. I'm the catcher." "Great, `cause I like to be the pitcher." He smiled a million-dollar smile and I wanted to melt right there. I may be a newbie at sex (and by newbie, yes I meant virgin) but I knew enough to know exactly what he meant by that. God, he was a cool dude! "Guess it should work out," I said. "If we had a baseball, that is." "I'll bet it'll work out anyway. Look, it's getting dark, let's go inside and get cleaned up. I'm a little grimy. I know Dad's grilling steaks so this ought to be a good night." Danny's story We were just finishing up our steaks. "Delicious, man. Best thing I ever put in my mouth." I paused, then on a whim, added "Well, almost." Fortunately there were smiles all around, plus a few knowing glances, and a wink. The boys had been drinking Cokes, while Greg and I had each had a couple of beers. He got up to start clearing the table, and asked me "Do you want another beer?" All three of us simultaneously said, "yes," and the two boys started to laugh. Greg looked at his son and said, "all right, this is a special occasion." Then he looked at me with raised eyebrows and indicated my son Chuck with a questioning look. "You interested son? If you are you can have one. Just this once, to celebrate." His response was a firm "yes, sir," and Greg obliged us all. It was a good evening and we were all feeling a warm glow as we sat there just a little buzzed. I asked Greg "Do you want Chuck and me to help clean up?" "Nah, I'll take care of all this in the morning. Frankly, I'm ready for bed. You boys need to turn in as well." With that we all left the table and split up, each going to our bedrooms: Greg and me to his bed, and our sons going into Alec's. The doors shut were closed. The show was on. Greg and I wasted no time stripping. By now we were old hands at this. He said he needed to relieve himself and walked into the bathroom naked, leaving the door wide open. He even turned slightly to side to give me a good luck at his beautiful meat. The phrase "piss like a racehorse" was coined for guys like him. After a few seconds he looked at me and asked a one-word question: "thirsty?" I was in there with him and down on my knees in a second. He stopped his forceful stream while I got into position on my knees with my mouth wide open. He placed the tip of his big cut head just outside my lips and let loose. God, it's been so long since I had a guy's piss! I loved it. Of course it was tough at times to keep up with that firehose of his. Between gulps my mouth filled up, and sometimes he would pause to let me breathe. "Love the sound of my piss filling up your mouth," he said. "Love it." I wanted to answer "Me too!" but couldn't because I would have missed some piss. Eventually he slowed down, and finally stopped. He shook off those last few drops from the tip of his cock, and I wrapped my lips around the head, licking it and starting to suck. He sighed and said softly, almost under his breath, "No one does that like you do." As his cock started to harden, he withdrew for a moment and said, "let's hit the bed." I let him choose which side he wanted, then crawled in beside him, nuzzling his neck. I worked my way down his muscular chest, licking his chest hair and pulling on them with my lips. His red fur was crisp and bristly, almost like a Brillo pad in spots. I love that in a guy, but then I love everything about guys. I nursed on his nipples, biting and pulling on them the way I knew he liked and he began to sigh. Slowly, I worked my way down his magnificent body, rubbing my face where the hair was thickest, licking him like a puppy as I got closer to the goal. His rod was now fully erect and the big head reached to just below his navel. Instead of engulfing it all at once, the way I wanted to, I kept warming him up, licking his long thick shaft, sucking on his hairy balls, and putting my tongue everywhere I could. His sighs became more urgent and his breathing more ragged. I was driving him nuts and I loved doing it. Finally he couldn't take it any longer and started begging me, "Do it man, put it in your mouth, please." I happily obliged, starting out by engulfing the cockhead in my mouth. Then, using my lips to take more and more of his shaft, I inched my way down, all the while flicking my tongue and bathing his meat in my saliva. I'm proud of my cocksucking skills, very proud, and frankly I'm an expert. No brag, just fact. After all those years working at Dad's motel, servicing hundreds of Air Force studs, I had definitely learned a trick or two. Including how to deep throat even a piece of meat the size of Greg's. When I reached the root I just held it like that, all the way down my throat, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled up with cock. He pushed down on the back of my head to keep me there longer, raunching into my throat. No worries about me gagging, those days are way behind me. But eventually I had to come up for air, so he let me go, but only for a minute. He whispered intensely, "I've got to do it. I need to shoot, get back on there!" I grabbed his shaft with one hand, continued sucking, and began using a combination of jacking him off while blowing him. It didn't take long, no more than a minute for sure, when his grunts and moans told me release was near. With a final "Umph!" he stuck his cock all the way down my throat, pushing my head into his crotch. His pubes surrounded my lips. When he shot I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, as his forceful contractions shot his load down my throat. What a sensation! I knew he wouldn't stop until his balls were well and truly drained, and he knew I could take even the biggest load he had. As his spurts became weaker and the volume less, I slowly backed his shaft out of my throat, but kept the head in my mouth while I nursed out those last few delicious drops. When I knew he was finished, I swallowed the last bit and moved back up to my pillow. I felt his biceps a couple of times, and ran my fingers through his thick chest hair. I got close to his ear and whispered, "thank you," to him. In response he turned his head toward me and smiled. "Thank you! No one's as good as you Danny." And still smiling he gave me light kiss on my lips, no more than a peck, but it sent electricity through my whole body. I couldn't hold myself back, and kissed him full on the lips, deep and passionate. He didn't pull away so neither did I. In fact, he parted his lips slightly and stuck his tongue in my mouth deeply. I was in ecstasy and reached down to give my bone hard cock the one or two strokes that it took to shoot my wad all over his bed. I knew he wasn't going to take my cock in his mouth, but shooting while French kissing him was one of the most intensely satisfying things that I've ever done. When I was able to compose myself and rolled over in bed, he asked the question both of us were thinking about: "Wonder how out boys are dong?" To be continued...