Chapter 10

We must have dozed for a long time. Both of us awoke at the same time with the same thought on our minds -- food!

I grabbed my robe and rushed downstairs to the kitchen. There were plenty of sandwich fixings in the refrigerator: ham, bread, salami, lettuce, tomato, etc.

I ran back up the stairs with a tray of four ham sandwiches and a quart of milk. Just as I reached the top of the stairs I ran into Sam leaving my uncle's room, wearing only his bathrobe. He turned to me, saw the grub and asked curiously, "Hungry at this time of night, Eric?"

"Yup." I started to push past him for my bedroom door.

"Are you going to eat all that by yourself?" His gaze showed suspicion.

"Yup." I got to my door but didn't dare open it because I was sure Sam would see Tinker on my bed.

"You don't need any help eating those four sandwiches and a quart of milk, do you? I'm rather hungry myself."

"Nope. I'm really starved. Besides, there's more sandwich fixings down stairs in the refrigerator, Sam."

"Isn't it unhealthy to drink a whole quart of milk before you go to bed?" Sam was shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh no, I never have trouble sleeping after I eat, never." Then I added apologetically, "Except when I get a new horse... it's hard getting to sleep then."

Sam put one hand on his hip, a finger of the other hand to his lips. "Eric, I'm just reminded, because of these circumstances, of an old proverb."

"Yeah... what's that?"

"He who drinks a quart of milk and eats four ham sandwiches with lettuce and tomato, I noticed before that person retires, is either a glutton, a plain fool, or just had heavy sex." Sam jammed both his hands into the pockets of his bathrobe and started down the hall toward his room. Suddenly he turned back to me, "Sorry, can I help you with the door, Eric?"

Just as Sam finished asking me that question, Tinker opened the bedroom door and not seeing Sam in the hall, took the plate of sandwiches out of my hand. Sam whispered loudly to me, "Well, at least I see that you aren't a glutton or a plain fool. Good night, Eric."

The next day I awoke to rain beating steadily on the roof of my bedroom. The room looked gray and somber. Quickly I ran to the window and closed it, then wiped the rainwater off the floor. My ass was still a little sore, but much better. Whatever magic ingredient was in that salve Tinker had used on my buns, it was certainly working well.

Putting on my bathrobe I ran downstairs to see what was happening. Uncle Ross was at the kitchen table drinking coffee with Barney. Sam and Tinker had eaten their breakfast and were out doing chores. Uncle Ross let me prepare my own eggs and toast while he and Barney discussed moving young stock from the barns out to the pastures, getting the feeders for the fields moved out, salt blocks pegged, etc. Sam walked in with a black notebook and showed my uncle the plans he had drawn up for the summer feeding-program, moving of stock, and general schedule from crops.

Despite the fact that I was fascinated with all this new information, I felt very restless and left the men still discussing farm business. In my room I found some loose-fitting shorts that wouldn't aggravate the leather bums on my ass. Then I headed for the barn to spend some time with my horse. Cycle was already recognizing me, nuzzling my shoulder, glad to see me. Again I curried and groomed her, watered and fed her. I wanted to take her outside and exercise her, but the rain prevented me from doing that.

I was sitting on a bale of hay playing my flute, and Sam stuck his head in the barn door and asked me if I wanted to ride over to Frank's chicken farm. He had business with Frank and I could visit with Frank's boys, Ollie and Jim. I agreed and soon we were climbing into the pickup truck. Sam handed me a pillow; "I think you might still need this!" My face went scarlet; I wondered how he knew about my sore ass. I asked him.

"Down at the bunkhouse I saw Tinker fixing up a bad bruise and cut on his jaw several days ago. I know that Tinker doesn't normally get into fights. He told me that you two had gotten into a disagreement out at the spring. He hit you across the bare ass, and you hit him square on his glass jaw."

I nodded my head in agreement. "That's right. Tinker made me pretty mad. But, we're not mad at each other anymore; we straightened everything out last night."

Sam glanced over at me with unconcealed enlightenment on his face. "Right. If I know Tinker he can straighten almost anything out." Sam snickered quietly to himself. Finally he laid one of his massive hands on my thighs, squeezed hard several times. "Look, if you have any other problems that Tinker can't straighten out, or you can't straighten out by yourself, don't forget that Sam is the problem fixer around here, ok?"

I reached out with my left hand, scooped into Sam's crotch and squeezed. "Thank you, Sam." He quickly put his right hand on top of mine and caressed me hard. I could feel his huge meat begin to rise up. Impulsively I leaned over and buried my face in his crotch, blowing warm air through the denim material. His massive pecker was jerking against my face and I loved the touch of the hard cock enclosed in the rough Levi's material.

Sam slowed down the pickup and ran his hand through my hair. When he lifted my head off his crotch he was shaking his head from side to side. "Eric, you are one warm little number. But, we'd better knock this off so that I can get out of the truck at Frank's place without my pecker roaring up out of my pants."

I agreed and we drove down the road with Sam singing in his deep baritone voice, me playing my flute. In a few minutes we were wheeling into the dirt road leading to Frank's farm house; Sam and I were happy despite the lousy rain.

Sam pulled the pickup truck as close to the house as he could, chickens scattering in all directions. We ran for the house where Frank was waiting for us on the porch holding the screendoor open for us. After greetings and a hot cup of strong coffee, Frank indicated that his boys were down in the barn and that I should go down and introduce myself.

I pulled a jacket over my head and ran for the barn, a little wet and soggy by the time I got there. I couldn't find the boys at first. Finally I heard muffled voices coming from the horse stalls at the end of the barn. When I reached them I found two fellows, about seventeen and nineteen years old, currying a pony. They saw me and motioned for me to come join them. After introductions I learned that Ollie and Jim were in the business of raising ponies and showing them.

Ollie, the oldest, with a long tall body, topped with long wavy dark hair, asked me if I wanted to see their prize stud. I had never seen one before so of course I was interested. Both boys got excited and led me to a special stall built at the far end of the barn. Inside was a beautiful chestnut-colored pony standing as high as Ollie's chest. Ollie leaned toward me and whispered, "Now I want to show you what makes him our prize stud."

He opened the stall door and let me have a look. The pony was hotter than a pistol with a dick on him as big as my wrist hanging toward the floor at least a foot and a half long. My eyes grew big and I whistled, "What a cock!" I felt my own cock shoot straight up, hard as a rock, in my shorts.

Jim began to laugh and grabbed for my cock saying, "It works everytime. Everyone who takes a look at Lord Jim's big pecker gets an immediate hard-on!"

I backed away, but Jim held on to my pounding prick. Ollie pointed to the crotch of his overalls. "Heh, don't be touchy Eric... you see, I have a hard-on too. I get one everytime I see that big dick. In fact, Lord Jim's cock is mine and Jim's favorite toy. Do you want me to show you?"

I nodded my head as Ollie peeled off his overalls and shirt. I stared wide-eyed at his handsome body -- long wide chest covered with fine dark hair, long thick legs shrouded in black hair. His creamy ass was wide and full, very rounded and appetizing. I gulped as Jim dropped to his knees and took his brother's big hard pecker into his mouth. I was so totally unprepared for this scene that I was speechless. Ollie instructed me to take off my clothes -- but, I couldn't!

Finally Jim came off his brother's pecker and began to pull off his overalls and shirt. His body was even more spectacular with Ollie's -- a fine, chiseled frame, with only hints of hair on his body. He looked clean and fresh like a newborn baby, except for dark hair thatches under his arms and around his cock. His muscles were extremely well-defined -- long, and full, gleaming in the dim light of the horse-barn. My cock throbbed harder, fascinated with his beautiful body. Then Ollie went down on his brother's cock, which was shorter but fatter than his own. He took the whole cock and balls into his big mouth and sucked to get his brother as hard as he possibly could.

Ollie came off the cock, turned to me and said, "Come on Eric, this will be fun." Before I could even muster up an answer, both boys were pulling off my shirt and shorts. When I was standing bareass in the hay, the brothers fell down on their knees, Ollie on my cock, Jim on my balls, and they started the most incredible sucking. They were obviously very experienced at this whole thing. I began to feel good and rotated my hips in their eager faces.

Just as I realized I couldn't hold off exploding in their mouths, both boys came off my balls and cock and stood up laughing. Ollie whispered in my ear, "Now do you want to participate in the real fun?" I nodded yes and they pulled me toward the stall.

Jim ran down to the end of the barn and was back in a few minutes with a pail of hot water, soap and a wash cloth. He went into the stall with the stud pony and began to carefully wash off his cock. The moment Jim touched the cock with the warm water it grew to incredible size. My head was spinning with the size of this glorious prick.

Jim threw the soap and washcloth into the pail of water and put it outside the stall while Ollie tied the pony's back legs to the sides of the stall so that he wouldn't kick. When he was finished he stood up, looking at me and invited me into the stall. Jim pulled me by the hand. Soon I was kneeling on my knees along with the two boys, looking at the huge dangling stud prick right in front of our eyes. "Like it?" Ollie asked me.

"Yeah!" I said. "That's the most tremendous piece of prick I've ever seen." I felt weak in my stomach.

I remembered the cucumber that had been pushed up my ass and wondered if Ollie had ever tried that. I mentioned it. "Oh sure, I've had cucumbers up my ass. One time Jim put three big oranges all the way up inside my ass and it took a whole day before I could force the third one back out. Walking around with that thing inside me was a great feeling. Everytime I would sit down I could feel it; when I walked I could feel it. I loved it."

Jim chuckled again and said, "Ohio likes bananas in his ass, too. We have a hired man whose great delight is fucking Ohio with bananas. First he pushed in a slightly green banana, then he pushed in his eight inch pecker, throws in a load of sweet cum on top of the banana, then he goes wild sucking on Ollie's ass, pulling the banana out and eating it."

Ollie was obviously pleased with the description of his many accomplishments. "Yeah, I love it when he jams in his big prick and throws a load on top of the banana. You should see him go nuts sucking the banana and his cum back out of my ass. Whew... I love it!"

"Is this hired man around now?"

"Sorry, he's not here today... had to go to a farm meeting. But, you come spend a night with us sometime and we'll all crawl into bed together and you can watch the guy in action. Jim and he have worked out a position so that they can both get their cocks in me at the same time. Man, that really gets me off!"

Jim's eyes lifted to mine. "Ollie was a real good fucking ass. He loves to get fucked with anything and everything, the bigger the better. I can get my fist up his ass past my wrist."

He leaned back on a bale of hay with his legs dangling in the air. His brother Jim sucked on his ass for a moment, leaving plenty of spittle in the crack for lubrication. Then Jim sent his prick sailing into his brother's ass in one great heave. Ollie never flinched... he just heaved his ass around savoring the prick in his ass.

I got down on the hay beneath Ollie's creamy ass to watch Jim's prick open him up. I had hardly gotten comfortable and into the rhythm of their fucking when Jim pulled all the way out. He took my hand and led me to a table of bales of hay. He had me lie down on my back, then he lay on top of me on his back, with his legs across my hips and under my armpits. Wiggling his body into position and groping for our cocks with his right hand he soon had our balls pressed tightly on top of each other, our pricks side by side throbbing in the air.

Ollie was on his feet in a flash when he saw our position. He straddled us. He was facing away from me and I had a perfect view of his full round ass moons descending toward our pretty cocks. He spread his buns with one hand and with the other held both our cocks tightly together. In our position the tips of both our cocks were level.

Down came the big full buns. Ollie's asshole was already stretched open and ready because of his brother's fucking. I watched his mammoth hungry hole slide onto the heads of our cocks. Only the heads went in first and I knew Ollie's sphincter was being stretched like he wanted it to be stretched.

He came off our cocks for a moment and slobbered his saliva over them for lubrication. His ass descended again and slowly both cocks began to disappear into Ollie's tunnel of lust. When his buns came down warmly on my belly I knew he had taken everything we had. He held quietly in that position for a moment, expelled a big breath of air and inhaled more. I could hardly lie still and wanted to start humping my hips, pushing my stiff rod as deeply as possible into his hot pussy. But I held off and waited for Ollie to relax. It didn't take him long. Soon he was swinging his pelvis around. Then he began to heave his body up and down, moaning each time both cocks hit the back of his tender rectum. He wanted a hard fuck. In this position he could control what was happening, and he was giving himself a damned hard fuck. He yelled out with strange sounds that didn't mean anything to me other than that he was off on a plane of hard-fuck... two cocks impaled in his... pain, such beautiful pain... and, he loved every painful, pleasurable moment of it.

I couldn't hold back and in a flash my hips slammed upward as I torpedoed a healthy sweet load into Ollie's wild ass.

My coming triggered Jim and I could fell his cock swell up and begin to jump beside mine up Ollie's heaving asshole. Both cum loads were sloshing around in this aching cave. I could feel some of it oozing down along my pecker. With a hard slam to our bellies he lifted completely off our two peckers and to my delight held his position over my body so I could watch as his quivering, hurting ass muscle squeezed itself together to keep the dripping cum in his rectum.

He jumped off the bales of hay and ran for a small wooden horse, covered with a round wooden drum. He pulled the gadget under the belly of the pony and called to us to come and help him. Jim leaped off me quickly and ran to help his brother. Ollie was in heat, his ass was full of cum, stretched a mile, and he was ready for the big fuck!