Chapter 3

We just lay on the floor for a long time, his body on top of mine. Unfortunately, a car horn honking in the front yard tore us out of our mood and we both dived for our clothes. Martin wore only overalls and a pair of boots, so that he was dressed before I had on my cut-offs, boots and T-shirt. We ambled to the front door and saw a green pickup truck parking beside the barn. There was something printed on the door of the truck but from where I stood I couldn't read it. The guy that got out was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt and a cowboy hat. He was big -- BIG. He was about six feet four inches tall and he must have weighed in at three hundred pounds. He was almost fat, but not really. He was simply a solid monster of a man. Martin mumbled softly to me, "You ought to see the pecker on this giant." My cock spontaneously jumped inside my jeans. I was very curious.

I followed Martin across the yard toward the pickup truck. "Hi Lou, what brings you out this way? Oh, by the way, I want you to meet a new friend of mine by the name of Eric. Eric, this is Lou Thompson, our Country Agricultural Agent."

My hand disappeared into the paw of this giant as he greeted me, "Howdy Eric. You don't look like no farmer."

"Hello, Mr. Thompson. No, I'm from the city... from Pennsylvania. But, I'm hitching my way out to Iowa to work on my uncle's farm for the summer."

"Where in hell did Martin pick you up; probably down at that roadside restroom if I know my man Martin, right?" His big face broke into a grin.

Martin became defensive. "Look Lou, Eric isn't bragging. I'm bragging for him and about him. This guy is pretty well hung and he is learning how to handle his equipment pretty well... I know."

Lou sneered slightly. "Well, I bet he's never seen equipment like I've got between my legs, eh Martin?"

This is exactly what Martin was hoping for. He wanted Eric to see a prize piece of cock meat. "Just give Eric a little preview, Lou. I want Eric to see a County Fair Prize cock." Martin chuckled as Lou's eyes began to sparkle with the excitement of exhibiting his prick. Lou loved to show off his prize prick.

"Come over here, and take a feel through my pants."

I was nervous and my legs felt a little weak, but I walked over to Lou and stood there looking at the bulge in his jeans.

"Come on, touch it!"

I finally reached out and placed my hand on the bulge. "It doesn't seem so extraordinary to me."

Both Martin and Lou chuckled. "You see, it doesn't feel much different than anyone else's when it's soft, but, when it rares up and gets hard, watch out!" With that he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and dropped his pants over his wide hips. A big hunk of rosy meat hung from a hard wiry bush of hair.

Lou kept staring me right in the eye and giving me instructions. "Now you just keep your eye on it while Martin plays around a little to get up steam."

Martin stepped forward and ran his fingers deftly over that great hunk of meat. Gradually the prick swelled... and swelled, until it hung slightly out and downward at an angle from Lou's body. It looked like a hunk of baloney. Martin fell on his knees and slid his lips up and down the big shaft because he couldn't get the great cockhead in his mouth no matter how he tried. The cock continued to grow larger and soon was jutting upward, pointing at the sky, a red head throbbing out at the end of this eleven-inch shaft like it was going to explode and take off for the moon. The larger the cock grew, the weaker I felt.

It was hard for me to realize anyone could sport such a monster of a prick. I gazed at the veins twining along the shaft and disappearing into the hairy black bush. Those veins stood out, pulsing, carrying rich blood to make this super-meat rigid and ready for action. I got down on the ground with my knees touching Martin's and began to run my tongue and lips up and down the shaft. I could feel the full blue veins of this pounding pecker on my lips; I could feel the throbbing of his heart-beat all the way through this gorgeous muscle. I slurped my way up to the head and got off on the velvety smoothness of the powerful red hammerhead. I ran my tongue around and around the semen-smelling head until I found the hole, which was so big that I could slide some of my tongue down into it and scoop up the drops of love juice hanging in there waiting for propulsion.

I realized I was nearly creaming in my jeans and I knew that Martin was too. Lou started to laugh, then pulled his cock away from us. "Look you guys, I just wanted Eric to see a good strong cock, a cock that I'm proud of. Now I came out here to go over some work with you, Martin. We've got to go over these milk statistics. When I'm finished with all that I'll be ready to let this little fellow of mine have some playtime, ok?"

Martin and I got up off the ground, so heated up we were shaking. Lou put his arm around Martin and directed him to the house to get their work done. I just leaned numbly against Lou's green truck and watched the two of them walk toward the house. Lou looked over his shoulder at me and called out, "Don't go too far away. This should only take us about a half hour."

As they disappeared into the house I shoved a hand down the front of my jeans to arrange my cock in a position where it wouldn't be so conspicuous, not that there was anyone to see my obvious bulge. With my prick stretched comfortably in my jockey shorts, I straightened up and took a little walk around the farm. I discovered a beautiful orchard behind the barn where the apple trees were in full bloom.

I pulled off my shirt and lay down in the new grass. Everything around me seemed alive. The ants were busy with their spring chores. The robins were occupied with building nests in the apple trees shadowing me. Several pairs of barn swallows were swooping down to a water hole near the fence line, collecting the mud they needed to construct their incredible mud and grass houses beneath the eaves of the barn. There was music in the air. I was happy with all this fresh new life. Perhaps this is what it would be like on my uncle's farm. I was excited about getting there and settling down to new farm experiences for the summer.

I daydreamed for a long time, resting there in the grass. Then hunger pains began to make my stomach jump, so I sauntered back toward the house. When I walked into the kitchen Martin and Lou were just closing, the ledgers they had been working on. Martin looked up at me and motioned for me to come in and sit down. Lou leaned back in his chair, smiled at me and asked blatantly if I would like to see his giant pecker shoot off. I felt a crawly feeling of the hairs on the back of my neck as I started to get all sexually aroused again. I nodded my head that I would, but explained that I was terribly hungry.

"Do you mean to tell me, Eric, that this blond bastard hasn't fed you yet?"

Martin looked a little chagrined. We had been so busy with sex we hadn't had time for food as yet. Now from the look in Lou's eyes I knew he was inspired with a thought.

He heaved his bulk up from the table and roared, "I've got a great idea. I'll just whip you guys up some little nourishment, ok? You two just sit back and let me do all the work; that is, if I can use your kitchen Martin?"

Martin nodded his head yes and moved around the table to sit beside me. He placed his hand on my leg and rubbed my crotch. With his other hand he picked up my hand and slid it down the opening in the side of his overalls until I was playing with his belly and crotch hair.

Meanwhile, Lou was undressing. It was hard to believe the bulk of this jolly butch giant. "I'm going to feed you like you've never been fed before, dear Martin and Eric. And, if you don't like the special food I'm going to prepare, then I'll whip your asses." He smirked, and I hoped that he was joking about that last remark.

After his shirt was off and he moved around the kitchen putting together the makings of pancakes. For a large man he moved pretty well. Both Martin and I were impressed with his biceps and especially his pecs. They stood out firm and round with huge brown nipples. I had been aware of his nipples earlier, showing through his shirt. There was a fine dark hair swirling around each hard nipple which swirled out to the middle of his chest and then ran down to his flat belly anti disappeared beneath his jockey shorts. I felt myself wanting to run my tongue over those sculptured nipples. As I thought about them my cock started jumping inside my pants and Martin got turned on. Lou glanced at both of us and suggested, "Why don't you two take off all your clothes so you can really enjoy this food I'm making for you? Come here, Martin, and let me take off those overalls for you."

Martin sprang forward like a cat and within a few seconds Lou had stripped him of his overalls. He picked Martin up by the waist and planted a sloppy kiss in the middle of his belly, then a kiss on his cock, then one on his balls before he put him down.

"Eric, come here and let me get you undressed too."

I didn't hesitate for a moment. I liked his big hands pulling off my T-shirt and my cut-offs. He pushed my jockeys down over my hips and they fell to the floor around my bare feet. Cupping his hairy hand in my crotch he completely engulfed my swollen cock. Next he picked me up by the waist and hoisted me high in the air until he could get his lips around my pounding pecker... he swallowed all of it plus my balls. Man, he was good.

To my great surprise, he held onto my waist, turned me upside-down in his arms and smothered my asshole with his big hot lips. I thought I would cream right then. The stubble of his beard raked across my hot-cross buns as his powerful tongue shot into my tight little asshole. Just as suddenly, he put me down and sat me beside Martin. Martin was squirming all over his chair watching us.

The preliminaries were enough to get old Lou all steamed up. He finally stepped out of his tight jeans and his hunk of meat and balls dropped into sight. His cock was hardening and stretching toward the floor. He pulled up a kitchen stool, placed a water glass on the table beside him, opened his legs up wide, leaned back against the kitchen cupboards and started to stroke his big meat.

Lou looked directly into my eyes. "I want you to see the first big load shoot out of my 'little friend', Eric. Martin has seen it before, but he can see it again. I think he likes to see it shoot, right, Martin?"

Martin was drooling from his mouth. Yes, he obviously liked to see Lou's 'little friend' shoot a load. My legs were wide apart and I played with myself as I watched Lou stroke his long thick pecker. Martin leaped off his chair and planted his ass solidly in my lap. In one quick jolt my whole prick disappeared between his hungry buns.

Lou started jerking his strong pecker. The head was engorged with blood and swelling. The whole fucking piece of meat looked like a big ear of corn. His balls bounced around getting tighter and higher. They looked like grapefruit and I wanted in the worst way to plant my lips on them and work around them until I had tasted every part.

Lou's cock grew... and grew... and GREW. It swelled glistening wet with sweat -- monster meat growing into a powerful muscle, veins pounding. And then the cum started shooting out of that beautiful opening in the velvet red head. I swooned. Martin moved his ass wildly on my dick. The cum, slimy-sweet-salty cum, spurted out and into a large water glass. The big fuckin' meat jerked several more times and threw a few more wads of pearly juice in an arc through the air and into the glass.

As his monster cock started to subside Lou climbed off the chair and offered his cock-head to Martin to lick clean. As Martin worked his tongue, lapping up the pearly juices, I bent around Martin's body so I could place my tongue and lips on the base of his hard love-muscle and taste the good juice, the lovely juice, the oh so sweet juice, that juice of my newfound life.

Lou sighed deeply and pulled his clean cock away from us. He went to the kitchen counter and squeezed fresh oranges into a bowl. When he had squeezed enough juice for the three of us he added the orange juice to the semen he had just squirted in the glass. He stirred it up and then poured us each a drink.

"Gentlemen, to the good juice of life," was his toast as he raised his glass and downed it all. I was dumbfounded, but fascinated. Martin picked up his glass, nodded his head for me to do the same. Our glasses clinked and then we drank. The orange juice and semen slid easily down my throat and I knew I had found a new nectar of life. I would never waste my cum again whenever I masturbated. I would use it to feed my body again, to give it new sexual energy.

Lou went back to the kitchen counter and started beating up the pancakes. Martin moved his ass off my stick and went into the bedroom, returning with a large rubber prick, a dildo, he called it. The damned thing looked larger than Lou's prick, and that was saying something. This dildo must have been at least sixteen inches long and I knew no one could take all of that. The circumference was about five inches, perhaps a little smaller than the circumference of Lou's mighty meat. However, Lou didn't like the idea of Martin using a dildo and grabbed it away from him and threw it back into the bedroom. Martin protested, but Lou held Martin firmly around the chest until he cooled down. "Look, you cock-hungry fucker, don't ever use anything artificial up your blazing ass, you hear. There's plenty of fucking material around. You can't have my cock right now because I'm going to be busy, but I'll find something to take care of you."

Lou went to the refrigerator and rummaged through the drawers, finally pulling out a long fat cucumber. He ran it under some hot water to warm it up before offering it to Martin. Martin flipped.

"Heh, yeah, I never thought of a natural fuck with a cucumber."

Lou brought him some Crisco and Martin eagerly greased up his ass and the cucumber. He looked at me and pleaded, "Will you do me the honor?"

I assumed he wanted me to shove that green cuke into his ass. Martin climbed upon the kitchen table on his back, raised his legs in the air and I had a direct sight to his asshole, twitching and waiting for the pain. Martin had one hungry hurting asshole. Lou came over and twirled a finger around in the pink butthole and then gestured for me to ram in that vegetable prick.

I aimed the cucumber right at the pulsing hole and began to push. Martin took some deep breaths and moaned as the cucumber started its incredible journey into his burning hole. I could see the grimace on Martin's face and knew his sphincter muscle was being stretched pretty wide. He started to move his ass a little to help open his hole. I kept pushing and soon the cucumber was half in, then three quarters in, and the widest part of the cucumber had passed through the glory muscle that hurts so bad and so good at the same time. Martin was sucking the rest of the cucumber right up and the end was disappearing as his asshole tightened around the circumference and swallowed it whole. He moaned and moved his body around in ecstasy. Sitting up, he looked at me and smiled. "Thanks Eric, I'd love to do the same for you sometime."

I wasn't prepared for what happened because Martin leaped down from the table, rushed to the refrigerator and found another cucumber which he started to warm up under the hot water.

He looked at me with his eyes sparkling. "Look, I picked out a smaller one for you, Eric. You know it's time you get that beautiful asshole of yours stretched out and plugged up. There are glorious delights awaiting you at your back door, my friend, and what better time to start experiencing them than here with good friends."

Lou was laughing and beating his pancake mixture.

I was scared, but I was ready. I couldn't refuse anything after haying drunk Lou's cum. I knew I could do anything with my body, and love it.

Martin helped me up on the table and I lay on my back with my legs in the air just like I had seen him do it. Both he and Lou dug into the Crisco and started massaging my asshole. Wow, it was good feeling those firm fingers exploring in my ass, kneading, greasing it up, sliding fingers inside and twirling them around. They had me so hot within a few minutes that I believed I could even take Lou. In fact Lou was pretty excited after seeing and playing with my virgin buns. His monster pecker was standing straight out from his body and he kept poking it at my asshole, but there was no way he could get his inflated pecker head into my little hole.

The cucumber came in slowly at first, and I felt my virgin ass tingling, then hurting. I closed my eyes in order to concentrate on that cucumber sliding in, and to listen to Martin as he whispered in my ear. "Open it up, Eric baby. Let it all relax so this green pecker can drive into your muscle all the way and give you beautiful, painful pleasure."

All the while Lou was massaging my buns, relaxing me, calming me. Nonetheless I was sweating profusely. Martin kept talking. "One third of it is inside you now, baby. I'm going to twist it a little and you can feel how good it is." I groaned and my body arched into the air as this twisting fuck sent pain through my buns.

"Relax Eric, baby. I'm reaching the midway point. The cucumber is fattest right here in the middle and it is reaching your tight muscle right about now. Can you feel how good that is?"

Oh God, could I feel it. The fat wide green cuke-cock was stretching me... hurting me... but I liked that hurt. I wanted it to hurt more, just a little more, to send me into a world of joy, just me and that hurting pain in my ass.

"It's coming in, Eric baby. It's coming all the way in gently and firmly. Gobble it up, eat that green cuke-cock baby, pull it up there in your warm rectum and die with good pain. Eat it Eric."

I squeezed my asshole and could feel every little surface quality of that bumpy cucumber. Right then and there I wished that it was a rock-hard cock instead of a cucumber. I wanted it all... all... ALL! Lou's hands were burning hot on my buns; Martin's words were burning hot in my ears; and that damn cucumber was burning hot in my ass.

THEN IT ALL CAME IN. I DIED! I threw back my head, my body first went limp, then rigid, limp and then rigid. I squeezed so tightly with my little asshole that I was sure I had squashed the cucumber inside of me. But no, I could feel it all there... ALL INSIDE OF ME... BURNING HURTING... HURTING SO DELICIOUSLY. I began to realize why my blond friend Martin, with his own cucumber up his horny ass, loved to be fucked so much.

"You've got it, Eric baby. You've got the whole damned thing up your asshole. Your first good natural fuck, baby. Now you'll be ready for cock and more cock, and more cock. It feels so good, doesn't it, baby? Sit up here on the table and let me hold you tightly."

I sat up but not without great waves of pleasure shooting up out of my pussy and through my body. Martin wrapped his arms around me and began to squirm against my body. Then I remembered that he had a even larger cucumber inside his rectum and that we were both feeling the same delirium. We just held onto each other and grooved on the shared feeling of fuck -- pure, painful fuck pleasure.

Lou broke our special moment of sharing when he yelled at us to get our asses off the table because he was ready to serve the first pancake. Martin lifted me gently down from the table and set me on a chair opposite him. We looked into each other's eyes and read the good messages flowing between us. We held on to each other and began to move our buns around on the chairs. Each movement set the cucumbers in motion which gave us more delicious pain.

Lou's voice startled me and brought me back to earth. "Which of you two ass mongers wants the first pancake?"

I yelled out that the first pancake was mine. I was ravenous with hunger, and within a few moments Lou was standing in front of me saying, "Open your hungry mouth and eat your pancake."

Wow... there was a steaming hot pancake wrapped around Lou's hard dick. It was beautiful. I opened my mouth and couldn't get that scarlet mushroom head into my mouth. So I started down the side of his hard shaft and soon had the pancake eaten clean off his cock. It was a great sensation, what with eating cucumber-cock up my ass and now pancake-cock in my mouth.

The next pancake was for Martin and I sat back and laughed, watching him eat his way around this prick-stuffed pancake. We had never tasted better pancakes in our lives.

Martin and I must have eaten a half dozen each, however Lou hadn't eaten any as yet. He cooked himself up a stack and set them on the kitchen counter. When he was through he asked me to get up on the table on my stomach. I did and he put the pancakes and sticky syrup all over my buns. Those warm pancakes and sticky maple syrup were plastered all over my skin, across my buns and down into the crack of my ass. Lou dived in with his mouth and fingers and polished it all off within minutes. Martin was going out of his mind watching, and finally joined Lou to clean up the sweet syrup on my body. Their tongues lapped at the syrup, tantalizing my asshole that was plugged full with cucumber.

Lou wiped the syrup from his lips and then dived back into my buns. He started to nibble at my pink asshole and my body began to flail around. I couldn't keep my asshole tight with his nibbling and sucking and pretty soon that green cucumber began to slide out and into Lou's mouth. He clamped on to it with his lips and teeth and began to twist it around inside my ass. OH GOD, CAN ANYTHING BE THAT GOOD!

Martin was busy running his wet tongue over my buns, teasing gently. And Lou held onto the cucumber and began to bob his head, which shoved that vegetable fucker back up my asshole. He did this several times very fast and I thought I would pass out from the pain. I was beginning to wonder if my poor hurting ass could take any more of this fuck.

I could feel Lou's bristly face between my white globes, his teeth clamped onto that cucumber, his hot breath steaming my burning-stretching hole. And then, suddenly, he yanked the whole cucumber out in one movement. Shock waves rippled through my body. I tensed. I hurt a lot. I felt good. I began to relax into a stupor I had never known before. I didn't want to move for a long time. My mind was concentrating on the waves of rapture and sunshine shooting out my asshole.