Chapter 4

I didn't have too long a time to concentrate because my body was being lifted off the table gently and carried into the bedroom. Then both Martin and Lou massaged my body thoroughly, making me relax.

Martin was in heat after all the previous proceedings, plus the huge cucumber still stuck up his asshole. He flopped on his back on the bed and soon had the cucumber sliding back out through his pretty glory hole. Then big Lou mounted him and I squirmed down on the bed to watch as that mean hard prick of his approached Martin's simmering buns. The cucumber had stretched Martin's butthole so wide I think you could have driven in a John Deere tractor. However, taking this torrid piece of baloney jutting out from Lou's crotch was not going to be easy.

Lou yelled for the Crisco and I ran back to the kitchen for it. It was my lovely job to smear gobs of grease all over Martin's eager asshole, which was hanging open like a steaming cave. I could run four fingers up inside him without him blinking an eye. That ass was hot -- feverish with lust -- just waiting for the punishment it loved so much.

I ran my lips up and down Lou's monster horse-cock, getting it as hard as possible. Then, with a little Crisco smeared all over it, I pulled him toward Martin, whose legs were waving in the air, and aimed the hard rod right into his asshole. The head began to go in and to my surprise disappeared into Martin's seemingly bottomless pit. However, the cockhead was doing its damage, for I saw Martin's face screw up in agony and he yelled out for mercy.

There was no stopping Lou now. His huge hairy buns began to hump instinctively as he worked his cockhead deeper and deeper into the butthole he loved the best. I kept my hand on the cock shaft and realized that only the head was in; there was still about nine inches of driving pecker to go.

Martin was gallant. He held on like he'd rather die than take this dream fuck out of his ass right now. He moaned loudly and began to revolve his ass slightly trying to stretch that sphincter so the cock-head would pass through. The pain must have been great because Martin dug his hands into the bed and into my arm until I was crying out with pain. Lou kept on humping.

I ran my greasy fingers around Martin's stretched asshole and tried to massage him into a more relaxed state. The cock was making probing motions and sliding in ever so gently. Then the head of Lou's cock must have reached the sphincter muscle inside Martin's asshole because Martin yelled out with great pain, "Oh man... Oh man... This fucking cock is going to kill me. I want to stop... Oh no, please don't stop. Go ahead and kill me... Kill me... Let me die on this fuckin' big cock. I'm ready... Go ahead. Shove that big fuckin' meat head into me... Let me die with the pleasure... Oh, fuck me... Please... Fuck me... KILL ME WITH THIS FUCK."

Lou humped real good. Martin screamed out again, "I'm dying, shit, I'm dying!"

When the big fleshy cock-head disappeared into Martin's asshole he yelled out again like he was really going to die in bliss. "Oh God... Stop for a moment. The head is... Let me get used to it. Oh man, I love it... I'm going to die and love it."

Lou held quietly for a long time. I squirmed up and held Martin in my arms and he kissed me wildly with abandoned lust. The sweat was pouring off his body. His eyes were pinched shut and he held me so hard it hurt me. But, soon, he began to relax. I massaged his body and it became less taut. He opened his eyes and looked into mine and I could see in that glazed look the fuck-high he was on. Man, he was really soaring up there someplace in a dreamland of cocks assaulting his ass. Martin was experiencing pure lusty pleasure -- and he wasn't finished with the experience.

As he looked at me and whimpered he also began to gently move his buttocks. He was maneuvering Lou's prick ever so gently further into his rectum. I reached between his legs and grabbed the horse-cock to find that over half of it was buried up Martin's asshole.

Lou was heating up and could hardly hold off this slow process. He suddenly lurched with his big buns and drove about another three inches straight up inside Martin. Martin arched off the bed and mumbled furiously -- nothing of which was comprehensible anymore. He was really hurting. But, he was loving every precious moment of the pain.

Lou began some slow prodding movements and Martin came down out of his rigid arch off the bed and melted into the rhythmic movements. A smile crossed Martin's mumbling lips as he danced pleasurably on this giant pecker-pole.

I was getting steamed myself and started stroking my cock. Thick drops of semen were dripping out my pecker head and I fed them into Martin's mouth where he let them caress his dry lips and tongue.

Lou's movements became stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I reached between their legs and discovered that the whole fucking cock was now buried, stretching Martin, hurting Martin, fucking Martin like he really wanted to be fucked. Lou's big balls bounced off of Martin's buns and I dove down in there to grab those balls and eat them like they were dessert after pancakes. My tongue also found its way around the base of Lou's cock and licked the juices streaming out of Martin's ass. He was so plugged I couldn't have gotten a finger up inside his ass alongside that hard meat.

I took the taste of those balls and ass to Martin's mouth with my tongue and the taste and smell made him even more randy. He started moving his ass around on Lou's super prick like a New Orleans whore. He bounced and twirled his ass on Lou's big pecker until Lou was sweating and whimpering for mercy. But Martin wasn't going to put off this gorgeous fuck high, not for anything in the world.

Still, all natural highs come to an end. That ass of Martin's was pushing the throbbing, swelling meat inside him to blast off -- and it did. Lou let out a scream, drove his pecker so far inside Martin that Martin momentarily fainted; then the gusher let loose. Cum flowed out to soothe the hurting flesh. Beautiful pearly cum flowed out... and flowed out... and began to trickle out around the pecker shaft and dribble over Martin's buns.

I buried my face in the cum and licked up the juices, smelled the juices, tasted the juices, shoved my nose and face into those sticky juices, swooned on the juices. Then my own juice began to run. I was beating hard on my swelled dick and it began to shoot. I just managed to swing my body around to let the cum spurt out of my pecker and fall on Martin's face and body.

My own brought him around and he came out of his faint. His eyes opened briefly, then his tongue shot out and he licked at the juices dribbling over his face. We all hung there for a moment, then collapsed.

I immediately went into a deep sleep. A long time later I was awakened by a shrill cry of anguish -- Lou had just snapped his limp pecker out of Martin's bruised bung-hole.

I rushed to the bathroom and ran a deep tub of hot water. Lou came in with his big dripping stick swinging back and forth in the air. I swooned just facing it even in this languid state. He let me wash it and dry it. Then we returned to the bedroom to take care of Martin.

Martin was sprawled out, completely wiped out. Lou and I took his body and lifted it off the bed and carried it into the bathroom where we gently lowered it into the soothing hot water. He finally opened his eyes and murmured, "Thanks." Lou left to get a cigarette, came back and parked his big firm buns on the commode. I pulled up a chair and we all looked at each other, then began to laugh hysterically. Martin was laughing the least, but he was laughing. Lou and I could imagine how his ass was hurting. But, Martin didn't mind... he loved every minute of it.

Sometime later we managed to crawl back into our clothes. Martin was walking stiffly and we had to put ointment on his ass to help relieve his pair. He couldn't put his overalls back on because the material was too rough and it aggravated his burning asshole. So he slipped into a pair of loose white shorts and a T-shirt. He had to stand because sitting simply was out of the question at the moment. We all laughed again.

Lou grinned at me, "Now, you've seen a real fuckin' ass take a real fuckin' prick!"

Martin grinned even wider and declared, "Yeah, and this real fuckin' ass ain't gonna take another real fuckin' prick like that one for a real fuckin' long time, no sir!" He looked at me and asked, "Are you going back on the road?"

I said that that's what I had intended to do, but I was so bummed out with fatigue that I would now take the bus the rest of the way.

Martin shook his head, "Look Eric, I can't sit down and drive that chattering pickup for no scratch in the world today. Maybe Lou would be good enough to give you a ride in to Centerville where you can catch a bus?"

Lou nodded his head -- his ass wasn't hurting, just his prick from being snapped at by Martin's hungry ass. He would give me a lift in to Centerville.

So, I said my goodbye to the randiest guy I'd ever met. We held each other closely for a few moments, like we had known each other intimately for a long time. I would try to get back to see Martin sometime -- that was a promise.

Lou and I got into his green pickup truck and took off down the driveway with beautiful blond Martin waving at us from the house.

The drive was a quiet interlude for both Lou and I. We had really spent ourselves back there with Martin. Lou looked at me with a gentle smile. "Are you as thirsty as I am?"

I nodded and Lou pulled off into a little lane that led to a spring under a clump of willow trees in a pasture. We both got on our bellies, face down in the cool water and drank deeply. The late afternoon air was warm and our bodies felt languid. We just lay on the grass for a long time soaking up the quietness and magic of the beautiful countryside.

Lou finally rolled over and looked at me. "You know, Eric, you have a pretty nice body on you and you have an especially beautiful pair of buns. I really get off on your buns. Someday I would like to fuck that little ass of yours."

My face must have shown shock because he quickly assured me that he didn't have any intention of raping me with his monster pecker. "No I wouldn't want to rip you open with this damned big prick of mine. You know, I really have a difficult time finding someone who can take the damned thing. Martin takes it occasionally. That horny little fucker really loves to be fucked, and he really knows how to use that ass of his. But once I've fucked him his ass isn't good for a week." He grinned. "But, before I drop you off at the bus station in Centerville, Eric, I'd love to just kiss that sweet ass of yours once more. One of my favorite pastimes, besides fucking, is to rim a cute little ass. And man, you have a really cute God-damned ass."

His eyes were pleading with me. What could I do? I stood up and began to strip... my cut-offs, then my T-shirt. Lou stretched out in the grass and stared at me, pulling in all of my body with his eyes.

I stretched my every muscle and gave him a show that he would remember. I did my set of calisthenics, the ones I do every morning. I wanted Lou to groove on my body in motion. I realized that I was getting off on exhibitionism and I knew that I was getting to Lou because his pants were bulging with a swelling prick.

He motioned me to come closer. I stepped over his body so that my legs were on either side of his broad hips. Then I squatted slowly with my buns right in his face. His great muscular tongue darted up and began a slow massage of my buttocks. He found my asshole and worked his strong tongue in, deeper and deeper. I thought I would shit with the wonderful sensations flooding my body.

Lou was slobbering across my ass, kissing the hole, tickling the hole, shoving his tongue in and out, and my body was tingling with randy delight. I could see his cock jumping in his jeans and began to want to see it rise up strong and stiff like before. As he continued rimming me I reached out with my hand and unzipped his fly. He wasn't wearing any shorts and his big meat flopped out in the sunny spring air and my asshole twitched and contracted involuntarily with the sight of his enormous fucking machine.

"Can you come again, Lou?" I asked anxiously.

"You better believe it."

"I'd like to watch you jack off a load, Lou."

He wiggled from beneath my ass and smiled. "I'm all yours." His curly black hair glistened in the sun, as did the curly black hair around his enormous prick.

He got out of his clothes quickly. Stretching me out on the grass beneath him he stood over me and began to stroke his meat. The dark veins along the shaft stood out in heavy relief against the whiter shaft. The mammoth head expanded and I shivered at its beauty. His body began to tense. All his muscles, especially those of his sculptured pecs, expanded with lusty energy. The plump balls rocked with his strokes. They began to contract and I knew the jism was working closer to exploding up through that fleshy torpedo. He jerked at his prick. The muscles in his belly undulated and his body danced with the jacking movements of his hand and arm. His hungry eyes never left my body. "I'm going to cum buckets just for you."

And he did. The rich fuck milk spurted out of the enormous hole at the end of his pecker, shot through the air and splashed down on my belly. He came again and again, his cock jumping in the air as the gism leaped through the air and splashed on my squirming body.

Lou continued to stroke his shrinking prick, reluctant to be over with the sensational joy of coming. His body relaxed and his arms fell to his sides. The mammoth sweet prick relaxed too, and hung in a graceful arch out from his lower belly.

My mind was boggled with such animal beauty. It was even more boggled with delight when he knelt gently beside my out-stretched naked torso and began to lick up the cum he had shot all over my warm flesh. His tongue and lips searched my navel, my crotch hairs, the muscles of my stomach, my chiseled chest and tits, finding the liquid gift he had just presented me.

I closed my eyes and grooved on the delights of his cum, his lips, his tongue, his body heat and presence. When I realized that he was gone from me I opened my eyes to find him returning from the spring with a wet handkerchief which he used to wipe my body clean. The water felt cool and delight and helped calm my jangled nerves and pulsing pecker. I was so weakened from all the past experiences I wasn't sure I could shoot off even if I wanted to. I was satiated and content.

We pulled on our clothes lazily and headed back to the truck for the remainder of the trip to Centerville. I looked at Lou and thanked him with my eyes. "I really liked that a lot, Lou. I don't think I will ever forget the sight of you standing there shooting all over me. It was really great."

"For you, anything. You're so damned cute and sexy I would even do it again right now just for you. I don't know if this little fellow of mine would cooperate, he's had a pretty strenuous day. But, we would sure as hell try hard."

"Thanks Lou. I think I've just about had it for today. I just want to get on that bus now and go to sleep. Boy, I bet my uncle thinks I'm never going to get to the farm. It's sure going to be uneventful on the farm after this super trip."