Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2017 01:33:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Behr Forbear Subject: My Rural Life - Chapter 11: Meet the Rednecks ***** All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. ***** My Rural Life - Chapter 11: Meet the Rednecks So one Friday night I had been to Roy's and gotten all heated up. A new friend of his had shown up and the man fucked his girl that night in the garage. They were so close to me in my hiding place I could have reached out and grabbed his hairy, Mexican ass as he pounded his girl's pussy from behind. His dick was the largest I had ever seen and she could barely take it all. As I said, by the time I scurried out of there I was horny as fuck, so instead of beating off, I headed to Bill's. Bill came to the door in just a pair of cotton shorts; his big hairy body on full display. His sizable cock and balls were visibly pressed against the fabric though he didn't appear to be fully boned up. "'Sup?" He said and turned to walk back to the couch leaving the door open for me to enter. "Nutt'n just horned up as hell. Wanna fuck, man?" I said closing the door. My cock was tenting my jeans and I had to release the pressure. I reached to undo my belt buckle. "You bet bud. Come and get it." He said as he leaned back on the couch, raised his ass up, pushed the shorts off and then laid out on the couch lengthwise. "Fuck me right here brother. Come and get it." He said as he raised both legs up grabbing them behind the knees and exposing his whole ass to me. He'd never assumed this position before but I wasn't going to question it. I wanted in that ass! I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them in the one step it took me to get to the couch from the door. I aimed with my right hand and fell into him with my cock. "Oh, Shit yeah mother fucker!" He exclaimed at my one-move entry to his warm man hole. "Fuck me like a bitch!" he said in a lustful whisper that I almost didn't hear. I put my hands on top of his, right up against the inside of his knees, raised my ass as high as I could and then slammed into his ass. He moaned his approval and pleasure and I fucked him hard. I kept replaying the image of that big dicked Mexican pounding that pussy as I fucked Bill ruthlessly. "Damn kid, you're really horny tonight." He rasped, perhaps with a little surprise. "Fuck my ass good. I gotta surprise for you." he offered though it all came out in a strange staccato between my inbound thrusts. Bill went on to coax me to a huge explosion of cum. I had built it up over the course of the night and all I was focused on was getting off. I closed my eyes as I came, the feeling taking over all my senses. Bill had submitted to me in a way like never before and that was a huge turn on in addition to what I had seen that night. "Well, well, well...what have we here Randy" I heard Dave say with his typical redneck drawl. "Looks like Bill weren't lying when he said this kid was fucking him." "Yep." Randy said. "He sure pounded Bill's ass good didn't he?" he said rhetorically. I looked down at Bill. He still had his hands behind his knees and I still had my cock up his ass though it was definitely getting soft now. He looked me in the eye with almost a pleading and I could tell that whatever was happening, or about to happen wasn't his doing. The two rednecks had come out of the hallway but now Randy was between Bill and I and the door. Dave was standing behind the couch right next to us. Neither of us had moved since they came in. I could just sense that I shouldn't. "Well, Mark. I thought Bill was my own man pussy. And I liked it that way. So here I come tonight to get me some good ole man ass...you know how it is?" He said leering at me from behind the sofa. "You just get that itch sometime and Bill is one fucker who can take care of it. Am I right?" "That's right Dave." Randy offered. "Interestingly though, I had the same itch tonight." he said as he grabbed at his own jean covered crotch. "Yes, and here's the interesting part. Bill was taking a good pounding from Randy here, when I happened to walk in on my two friends. And there they wuz just fucking. Bill was moanin and a groanin while Randy there was fucking his shitter. Now I became a bit upset, thinking that I was the only one violating our pretty Bill here in that way." He explained. "But no, there was the proof. Randy was fucking him too." "And you can imagine my surprise when Bill fesses up that weez both been fucking him for nigh on a year now." Randy offered. "Yeah, we both got a bit angry at our little whore here and while we was fucking him up a bit he confessed to having yet another guy dicking him." He said and then looked right in my eyes, "You." Bill and I still hadn't moved though my dick had shrank and slid out of his asshole moments ago. "So we thought you might show up tonight, according to Bill, so we waited to see how you treated the whore before we took matters into our own hands." Dave said. "You see, Randy and I don't like to share pussy, but now that we know we have been sharing this one, we decided that it was time to teach him a lesson." Dave continued. I heard rumblings outside; pipes where growling low. There was more than one. "We decided you see," He said as he rose and walked over to the door by Randy, "to share our pussy with some more of our friends. Seeing as how he's such a fucking slut, we thought we would give him a slut's party." He said as he opened the door. There, just in the doorway were 4 bikers from the local motorcycle club that Dave and Randy belonged to. I stood up and moved around the back side of the couch as they entered. I was feeling rather conspicuous with no pants on and my dick dripping long strings of spent cum. My pants were over by the door where I had kicked them off. The biggest and roughest looking of the bikers was leading the pack. He reached down and pawed at his crotch. "Well now Dave. It seems you didn't tell us all the details before we `cided to come over. We thought there was only gonna be one bitch for us." He snarled. Bill hadn't moved. His ass was still exposed and his knees still pulled up to his chest. I looked down at him and his eyes had gone a bit glassy. It was like he wanted what was about to happen. His cock, I noticed, was rock hard. "That one behind the couch just fucked our pussy. We was gonna keep him out of this but he did it right in front of us Mack." Randy said. "Well ifn he's done ya'll wrong by fucking your bitch then he's done us all wrong. Right brothers?" Mack said. They all agreed. What the fuck?! I couldn't believe what was happening. "Well," said Mack as he reached to unbutton and unzip his jeans, "Let's get the party started." With that he whipped out his cock. It was big and thick, fitting for a man of his size and his balls were big and hung low. He didn't remove his chaps. He stepped up to the end of the sofa, reached down and grabbed Bill by the waist and in one pull, pulled him to the end of the couch. Bill's not a small man by any stretch; this guy must be a walking frame of muscle. Bill, for his part, never altered his position. He looked up at the big man towering above his exposed ass and said, "Please, Mack, fuck me. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before." I couldn't believe I was hearing Bill beg to be fucked by the likes of this brute. The three new comers along with Randy and Dave where in various stages of undress. Some were just lowering their pants, others were removing them altogether. They all kept their club leathers on. One was rounding behind Mack headed for me. "Suck Mack's cock till he gets hard enough to pound Bill's ass boy!" he said as he grabbed me by the back of the neck. "NOW!" and he pushed me towards that mound of cock and balls protruding from Mack's open jeans. Before I could protest or resist I had the big man's dick in my mouth. It was salty with sweat and grime. He hadn't cleaned it recently and it had a bit of a piss taste too. I started sucking once the initial shock wore off. My lust kicked in as I took in his musky smell and the fucking taboo of the situation added to my desire. He encouraged me with trash talk and dirty names and it wasn't long before his snake was at full attention. This monster of a man had a monster of a cock. It was thicker and longer than anything I had ever seen. Even bigger than the fucking Mexican I had lusted over earlier that night. He pulled me off him and sort of tossed me towards his biker buds. He then proceeded to take aim at Bill's quivering hole. It was still glistening from my fucking him and the biker slammed forward his full weight impaling Bill on his monster cock. Bill caught his breath and stopped breathing, his eyes rolled back into his sockets and his mouth was opened in a silent "oh". I thought he would die if he didn't take a breath soon and then he did, just as Mack pulled his cock out completing his first fuck stroke. Without delay he slammed him again burying himself to the hilt. Bill's breath caught again and this time he was drooling. It was like Mack was fucking him retarded. Bill's dick seemed to be the only thing that could respond and it was leaking precum like it was piss. On the third thrust, Bill started shaking violently and his cock exploded all over his stomach, chest and face. He still had that glassy eyed stare but he was definitely orgasming. "Shit Mack!" the man holding me exclaimed. "That's a fucking new record. Three strokes is all it took to pop his nut! Fuck yeah!" and they all cheered. Each was hard now standing around stroking their own rods watching Mack violate Bill. At that the man holding me spun me around unexpectedly and pushed me down by my shoulders. "Suck it bitch!" I did just that. I seemed to enter a similar catatonic ecstasy as Bill as the man force fucked my face. One by one they used my mouth and Bill's ass for their pleasure. They continued to fuck us well into the early morning hours. By the time there were all sated, Bill had passed out, my knees were raw from the carpet and my belly was full of biker cum. Bill's ass leaked a continuous stream of man juice onto the sofa where he still lay. The pack left without fanfare and Randy and Dave stayed behind. They were dressed now but I was still naked kneeling next to the couch where they had placed me for better leverage in fucking my mouth. Randy went to me and Dave to Bill. "Come on now kid" Randy said almost sympathetically as he reached to help me get up. "Let's get you to the shower and cleaned up". This was an entirely different man than the one who had mercilessly fucked Bill multiple times and shoved his cock in my face at least as many times in the preceding hours. I noticed that Dave was equally as gentle with Bill, trying to rouse the big man up from the couch. They cleaned us up and put us naked into Bill's bed. Neither of us was of much help in getting cleaned up ourselves so it was almost as if they bathed us alone. I vaguely remember hearing them leave as I passed out. When I woke the sun was bright and high in the sky. Bill was still sleeping and he had moved up close to me nuzzling my neck with his bearded face, one big manly arm thrown over me and one leg up over mine. I tried to remember what had happened the night before but things were still fuzzy. As I lay there though I could feel Bill's warm body pressing against my backside and against all odds, my dick began to stiffen. My mouth was dry, like I had swallowed cotton balls and my face and lips felt bruised. I began to wriggle free of Bill's sleeping embrace and made my way to the bathroom. I did my business, brushed my teeth and tried to remember more about last night. I was a mess. My hair was mussed up with what appeared to be dried cum and my face was definitely bruised. I had a few other bruises on my body but nothing was broken or otherwise the worse for wear. My jaw ached though and my throat was very sore. I went back into the bedroom. Bill hadn't moved so I tried to wake him. After a while I thought he might be dead he was so unresponsive to me but eventually he started to rouse a bit. Groggily he said, "What the fuck happened Mark? Why is my ass burning and how did I get into bed?" he was slow and his speech was slurred a bit. "I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it all out man. I think Dave and Randy were here." I said and my mind began to remember. "Yeah, and some of their biker friends. I think you know them....Mack, yeah Mack was the leader's name. Do you know him?" I asked Bill as my memories started forming more solid shapes. "Yeah, I think so...I mean yes. He's the leader of that motorcycle club, the uhh..Devil's Mark. Dave and Randy are members. I know him from around town too. He's a real bad fucker. What was he doing here?" Bill answered more steadily. Over the next few minutes Bill and I began to remember the events of the night. My dick got hard as we recounted our respective memories and I noticed his did too. At one point I examined his asshole and determined there didn't seem to be any permanent damage though he would have to stay out of the saddle for a few days at least. We talked for an hour or so laying there naked next to each other. The big man obviously enjoyed the night but had mixed emotions about how it all came about. Randy and Dave gave him up like some fucking whore off the street. Given the chance both Bill and I would have let those guys fuck him and me suck them if they had asked. But they just took what they wanted and left us to rot like shit. We both commented though how we were still hard after all that and the way we felt about it. Eventually I slid down the head board where I had been propped up, turned by back slightly to Bill and curled up to nap. After a minute or so Bill curled up behind me and then awkwardly at first placed his arm around me and his leg across mine in much the same way as when I had awoke. After a few minutes I could feel him nuzzling the back and top of my head as he settled in too for what turned out to be a long nap. We woke later in the day more refreshed and clear headed. We both got dressed and continued our discussion of what happened. We ordered a pizza. Bill recounted how Randy had come over early in the evening and wanted a toss at his ass. Never one to miss a fuck, Bill readily agreed and they headed to the bedroom. Randy was fucking him from behind with Bill on all fours on the bed when he looked over and Dave was standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He seemed mad and started yelling at them both. Randy had defended himself by saying Bill was nothing but a fuck to him. Dave finally calmed down apparently his viciousness outgrew his anger over his "bitch" being used by his best friend. Bill's no lightweight. While he likes his ass messed with, he could handle himself physically when needed. The two rednecks were now conspiring. Randy had lost his hard on but still hadn't put his dick back in his pants. They had talked about Bill like he wasn't there. Bill, naked still, but soft in the crotch now too told them to get out of his apartment and started to physically push them towards the door. They both reacted harshly and wrestled Bill to the ground. While he was tough he couldn't take on two burley biker rednecks at the same time. Soon they had him pinned. Dave forced something into Bill's mouth and after a few minutes he quit struggling. They talked about him and occasionally to him. He remembered feeling light headed and he would answer whatever they asked. They asked him if there was anyone else that fucked his ass regular like them and he told them about me. He didn't recall telling him about anyone else like the Chief and the Sheriff. Dave and Randy then decided to share Bill with the motorcycle club and so they called them to come over. Meanwhile I had come to the door. Dave told Bill to get me to fuck him. Bill wanted desperately to do exactly that but he couldn't tell why. It was like he would do whatever Dave or Randy told him to do. Well, when I came to the door and asked for a fuck, that only made everything that much easier. Bill couldn't say why he assumed the submissive position he did but he was horny to be truly used and controlled. So, we determined, Bill had been drugged by the biker rapists, and what he could recall of the fucking was how much he wanted and enjoyed it; especially when Mack speared him. Even now, his dick was hard remembering the whole scene. I was hard too. Somewhere along the way they must have slipped me a tab too which would account for the memory loss. But it must not have been too much for either of us because we could recall things in short order. "Man my ass twitches every time I think about Mack's cock in me." Bill said. "What the fuck!" he said angrily after a while. "I would have given it up to him if he had just asked." "I know, man." I agreed. "I would have gladly sucked `em off too." We calmed down eventually after some pizza and beer and we decided there wasn't much we could do about it right now. We did agree that we would give it some thought and that we would get our revenge on the lot of them somehow. (c) Copyright 2017, All rights reserved Comments or suggestions are welcome and can be sent to behr4bear@yahoo.com