Farmboy

“Goddamn, Mikey,” I say between puffs on my cigar. “How many times you going to cum in that guy?”

Mikey grins that goofy grin I love him for and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, bearman,” Mikey says. “I guess I’ll keep cummin in him ‘til he’s full.”

Mikey laughs, sweat’s rollin’ off his forehead. He’s banging Terry’s partner up the butt. Terry’s leaning back in his seat, getting his cock sucked by the partner, who’s getting his ass raped by Mikey. I’m just watchin’ for now.

I chuckle and take another puff on my cigar.

Four of us bears just hangin’ and bangin’ in the bathhouse common area – a clean, retro 60’s-style circular sunken seating area. I’m sittin’ here naked as the day Thor made me, suckin’ on my stogie and playin’ with my cock while I watch my friends go at it. Mike’s whalin’ away on Terry’s partner’s butt and I have no idea how that man can concentrate on sucking his partner’s cock with the ass pounding he’s getting. But then I could never really multitask well.

“Fuck,” Terry coos in that velvety manly bass of his. “Suck that cock, boy.” Terry’s a guy I just met about half an hour ago, he and his partner… what’s his name. Terry is a tall beefy black man in his mid-thirties. His hands are the size of manhole covers. He’s smooth, definitely a dedicated top and he’s a chubby chaser who has a challenging veiny purple cock and some amazing dangly balls.
 
His partner (damn, I can’ t remember his name for the life of me) is a bald guy, might be Arabic or something. Chubby, covered in thick black fur, dark sensuous fuck-me eyes. Nice upcurved cock bobbing back and forth while his butt’s fucked. His hands are always on some part of Terry’s body, but I learned a few minutes ago he don’t mind sharing. He takes Mike’s and Terry’s cocks like a trooper.

“You should get in on this, bearman,” Mikey says, humpin’ away. “You could fuck me and we could make a whole train of it.”

I exhale the spicy smoke of my cigar. “Patience, my friend,” I say to Mikey.

How do I describe my old friend and fuck buddy Mikey? He’s my age, late forties, short and barrel-chested with a devilish handsome bearded grin and a nice hard playful prick and did I mention the guy’s hairier than any gorilla ever was?

My cock is starting to recover from the excellent blowjob Terry’s partner gave me twenty, thirty minutes ago and it’s hard enough that I need to skin the foreskin back. There’s precum beading at the tip, mixin’ in with the dried cum from before and I squeeze the base of my cock just to feel the good horny feel of it. Maybe I should join in.

The sound of Mikey’s lubed and condomed cock sliding in and out of the guy’s hole and the slapping of his balls and the sucking noises of the partner’s mouth on Terry’s cock is really turning me on and I’m about to stand up and fuck Mikey when...

“Jesus, where’s that kid from? Iowa ?”

When Terry says this, of course, we all turn our heads to look. Even Terry’s partner – his mouth jammed full of Terry’s big ol’ cock – turns his eyes to see what we’re looking at.
 
Standing by the entry is some kid. Yeah, “kid” is pretty accurate. Can’t be much more than nineteen or twenty. Looks like he’s just walked in off the farm. Literally. He’s a tall drink of water with an open-faced innocent look. Blond hair, straight and unruly. Wearing a pair of bib overalls with no shirt beneath it, he has the kind of natural musculature you get from honest labor, as opposed to the strictly defined muscles bought at the gym.
 
His eyes are open wide, taking us all in. Real wide. Like fuckin’ dinner plates.
 
“Hey, Huck!” Mike shouts, never slowing his thrusting. “Huck Finn! Come over here and join us!”
 
Mike is not shy. The rest of us chuckle softly.
 
The kid’s eyes focus on Mike who grabs Terry’s partner’s butt and starts pullin’ his dick all the way out before thrusting back in and pulling it all the way out and thrusting in. Terry’s partner gasps arching his back, feeling the ecstatic stabbing of Mike’s meaty cock up his butt. Hell, it even impresses me.

“Whee!” Mike says, raising his hands like he’s on a fuckin’ roller coaster.

The kid swallows like his throat’s gone bone dry, but he stays frozen as a deer in the headlights. Poor kid. It’s obviously his first time in a bathhouse. Maybe his first time seeing a naked man fucking another naked man sucking another big ol’ naked man.
 
I lean forward and speak slowly and easily, like a man approaching a skittish horse.
 
“Don’t worry,” I say. “No one here’s going to hurt ya.”
 
The kid’s almost as tall as I am.. His skin is peachy smooth as… well, as a peach. The kid looks at me. Looks down at my cock. His boney adam’s apple rises and falls again.

“You look like my daddy,” the kid says. His voice is a baritone buzz and there’s a slightly, though not distinctly, Southern twinge to his accent. He has a killer smile.
 
“Well, son,” I say. “I bet your daddy never let you watch him play with his dick, now did he?”
 
A shiver runs up the length of the kid’s body. “No, sir,” he says. “I reckon not.” The crotch of his overalls are tented in a spectacular lump and I don’t mind tellin’ you, I’m startin’ to get my own woodpile goin’ as well, only mine is right out in the open, bobbin’ up and down like it’s making a judgement on what it’s seein’ and sayin’ yessiree this could be fun.
 
The other guys are chucklin’ at the kid and at my boner and I give them a dirty look. But they keep at what they’re doin’, showin’ the boy how it’s done.

“Come here, boy,” I say, pointing to the seat between me and Terry. He walks slowly down into the seating circle and steps up to the empty place between us. “You ain’t from arond here, are you?” I say, moving my arm slowly up the side of his torso. His skin is soft and my fingers find a nipple and circle it gently. He closes his eyes a moment.

“No sir,” he says. “I never...” His voice halts as I lightly pinch his nipple between my forefinger and thumb. His breath draws in. “They don’t have places like this back in Colorado.”

I chuckle. “Bet not,” Mikey says. He’s pulled his cock out of the guy’s butt and is slappin’ it against his asscheeks. The kid watches a moment before Mikey plunges his cock to the hilt again.

“How old are you, boy?” I ask, squinting up at him.

“Nineteen,” he says. “But I ain’t all that innocent.”

“Whoo whoo!” Terry says. He’s put his hands behind his head, showing the tight black curls in his armpits. His partner is setting up a steady rhythm now, sucking up and down the length of Terry’s prodigious cockshaft and I got to tell you I’m thoroughly impressed with how much cock that guy can stuff down his throat without gagging.

“I aint,” the kid says. He steps over to Mikey and kisses him right on the mouth. I can see tongues moving between them and lips wet and soft and the boy groans and goddamn it’s a pretty hot sight. Mikey stops pumping, distracted for a moment by this kid’s kiss, but he keeps his cock firmly up the guy’s butt. He reaches up and unhooks one of the straps of the boy’s bibs, It’s enough for the whole thing to slide off his shoulders and to the floor.

The kid pulls back and stands up straight. Looks square at me, almost defiant.

“Holy fuck,” Mikey says. Terry whistles and even Terry’s partner turns his eyes again to see.

And Mikey’s right. That ain’t no innocent farmboy’s dong. Maybe an innocent farm horse’s dong. It is white as ivory with thick blue veins down the length of the uncut shaft. The cockhead looks fresh as a pear and it is the longest, thickest meaty tube of meat I’ve seen in some time. I mean, bigger than Terry.

“I guess you aren’t all that innocent, are you, son,” I chuckle, setting my cigar beside me away from the action.

He smiles at me with a wicked farmboy grin. “I like it when you call me son,” he says. He steps forward and pushes my legs apart with his knees. Instinctively I grab for that huge piece of meat danglin’ in front of me. It’s not even fully hard yet.

“Damn, boy,” I laugh. “You got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of you.”

The other guys laugh.

“So let’s get started,” he says. He places his hands on my thighs as he kneels down between my legs. When he’s on his knees, he leans forward and our lips meet. He tastes like bubble gum. He smells like cut grass. My hands go around his muscular back and pull his body close to me. My cock presses up against his belly and oozes precum all over him.

“Goddamn, son,” I whisper, when he comes up for breath.

I feel him shiver beneath my hands. “Yes, Papa?” he says. The kid reaches out his hand and wraps his fist around my cockshaft. I take in a quick breath because goddamn I tell you it feels mighty good.
 
“It’s so soft,” he says, startled. This makes the guys laugh and the kid blushes a little. “Well, I mean, it’s hard, but it’s so soft, too.”

Damn, it could make your heart melt.

“It’s yours, son,” I said. “You take your time and do whatever you’d like.”

The kid leans down and licks the precum off the tip of my cock. The sensation of his tongue on the sensitive cockhead sends jolts of electricity up my spine and my cock throbs in his hand. He opens his mouth and I watch as he sinks his lips slowly down over my cockhead until all of it is in his wet, warm mouth and I feel his tongue moving beneath it, and I feel like I could explode it’s so fuckin’ good.

“Watch your teeth, son,” I say softly.

“Like a lollypop,” Terry’s partner says. I almost forgot they are there. Terry hasn’t moved, but his partner has turned around and is now squatting into Terry’s lap, Terry’s monster cock moving in and out of his butt. Terry’s partner is reaching forward, tweaking Mike’s nipples as Mike slaps his cock back and forth in the air, watching the kid and I.

The kid looks up at me and pulls off my dick. “Is that good?” he says.

“Like a pro,” I say.

He moves down again and slurps my cockhead into his mouth in one swift move. Makes me gasp.

“Use your saliva and moisten your way down,” Terry’s partner teaches from the side. I can hear the slap, slap of his ass going down on Terry’s cock and Terry is groaning a little. Sounds like Barry White when he groans. Terry’s eyes are closed and focusing on the cum that’s bound to be gettin’ ready to pop out him soon.

The kid sinks all the way down my cockshaft until his nose is pressed into my bush.

“Aw damn,” I growl. He pulls slowly back and then dives down again.

“Damn, bearman,” Mikey grunts. “That boy’s a natural.”

The kid is suckin’ my cock well now. Mikey has stepped up behind him to get a good view and he’s wankin’ on his cock, not like he wants to cum, but like he wants to keep that edge going. Terry’s partner is making little cries, feelin’ Terry’s cock slamming across his prostate. Terry’s partner’s cock is slapping up and down as he fucks himself on Terry’s pole.

“You gonna make me cum, boy,” I say. My hand is on the back of his neck, ‘cause it feels so good I want to cum in him and let him taste me. But the kid makes this protest sound and I take my hand away and he pulls off my cock which is really flowin’ with precum now.

“No,” he says. “I want to do what he was doing,” pointing to Terry’s partner.

“You mean, get fucked?” I say, kind of skeptical that this kid can do all this when just a second ago he was touching his first cock.

“Yeah,” he says. “While I suck him,” he adds, pointing back to Mikey.

I look up at Mikey who is grinning and shaking his head. “Ambitious little bastard, ain’t he?” Mikey says. “But I’m game if you are, bearman.”

I look down at the kid and take his chin into my hand. Such an innocent face. Such beautiful tadpole green eyes. “You can stop anytime you want, son,” I say. “You just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. He leans in and kisses me. “I trust you, papa,” he adds.

I stand and trade places with Mikey. Terry starts making these barking noises and his body is jerking up and back with his partner hollering, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” and we can tell Terry’s partner is gettin’ his butt filled with thick, hot cream.

I roll a condom down on my cock and squeeze a little lube from the bottle onto my cock and into my hands. The boy is already bent at the waist suckin’ on Mikey’s cock. Mikey’s eyes are squinted shut and his mouth is making an “o” shape and you can tell he’s in cocksucker heaven right now.

I slip a lubed up finger in the kid’s butt. He’s tight, but not too bad and I suspect that even if he’s never had a man’s cock up his butt, this farmboy has found other things to play with there.

“You ready, son?” I ask. He’s too deeply involved with Mikey’s cock and Mikey’s starting to let loose some animal-like noises of his own. From the corner of my eye, I see Terry deep tongue kissing his partner, each in each other’s arms. I touch my cock to the kid’s pucker and gently push. The head moves in. I feel the tight resistance and hear the boy come off Mikey’s cock long enough to draw some breath in.

“Relax, kid,” Mikey says, petting his hair. “Make like you’re shitting.”

I wait until I can feel he’s ready before sliding another inch or two in.

“Aw, papa!” he says.

I freeze. “Too much?” I say.

“It hurts,” he whispers. “But it’s so good.”

Mikey grins his bearded handsome grin. “Yeah,” he says. “Know that feeling.”

“More,” the kid says.

I hold onto the kid’s hips. His ass is so white and blushing with the blood rushing to that place and I slowly slide my cock deep into his butt and it feels like fire and it feels like heaven and I growl a long low growl as I feel my pubes hit asscheeks.

“Oh!” the kids says. “Oh! That’s what it is.”

Terry’s partner is jacking off now, completely attentive to Terry’s tongue which is fucking in and out of his partner’s mouth. His partner cums all over Terry’s rippling stomach.

I begin fucking the kid slowly. The kid groans and sinks his face back down on Mikey’s cockshaft. We find a rhythm, my cock in his ass, his mouth on Mikey’s cock. Mikey starts to seriously groan as the kid goes wild, fucking Mikey’s cock with his mouth and the sight of this is such a fuckin’ turn-on that I begin really bucking my hips into this kid’s butt and my cock is slamming down into this kid’s guts and it feels so fuckin’ hot.

“Goddamn, bearman,” Terry says. “Fuck that boy.”

“Damn, yeah,” I growl and fuck him in earnest. My cock is rock hard and smashing into this kid’s guts and I feel my balls jerking up, gettin’ ready to cum and I see that the kid has both fists on that donkey cock of his and is jacking it while sucking voraciously on Mikey’s cock.

This is too much.

“I’m going to shoot,” I say. Mikey yells first, though.

“Ah! Ah! God!” he shouts as he pumps load after load of Mikey jizz into the kid’s mouth. The kid’s kind of gagging a little and cum is running out his mouth and down Mikey’s shaft and no one cares and my cock says, that’s it and Bam! I’m shooting a wad of hot bear jizz in the condom deep up this kid’s butt and I shoot again and again and again and I don’t know when’s the last time it’s felt this good.

“Oh!” the kid says and his cock shoots out all over Mikey’s calves and shins and some even makes it up onto Mikey’s cock and balls and that boy’s cum is thick and ropey as only a young man’s cum can be.

I slap the kid lightly on the rump and pull my cock out of his butt.

“Goddamn, that was magnificent,” Terry says. He and his partner are arm in arm watchin’ Mikey and the kid and I, as we’re stooped and sitting, tryin’ to catch our breath, covered in cum and sweat and grinnin’ like a bunch of monkeys.

“You are a fine bottom, kid,” Mikey says. “You should be proud.”

I help the boy to a standing position. He wipes a wad of cum off his horse dick and shoves it in his mouth.

“A bottom?” he says. He looks up at me and smiles. “I ain’t no bottom. I’m a top.” He shakes his cock at Mikey who laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Good lord,” Terry says.

I laugh, putting my arm around the kid.

“Well, boys,” I say, “Looks like we’re all in for a long night.”

I WELCOME YOUR BACKTALK, BOY!

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Glenn Williams (aka, Mutantbearman) is a freelance writer who has published erotica, erotic poetry & queer journalism for decades. He is also a business and technical writer as well as a theatre director and actor. He has written blogs, screenplays, fiction, journalism, poetry, and non-fiction. He lives with his sexy boyfriend and Nala the cat in Portland, Oregon.