Country Boys Gang Bang

“What in the hell do you suppose happened to Bobby and Jeff?” Jimmy said as he wiped his lips and passed the fifth of Early Times bourbon to Earl. “Probably drunk,” he said with a giggle as he took a swig of the fiery liquor and handed the bottle to me, “just like you and me.” Jimmy and Earl were two big, rough country boys with nine inch cocks that I knew from high school. I had gotten permission from my parents to spend the week-end with them and we were camping out in dense woods near a small stream. Randy, Jimmy’s younger brother had been celebrating the loss of his virginity (I’d sucked him off and he’d fucked my ass) by tossing down beers like they were M & M’s and had passed out in one of the three tents. It was almost midnight and Jimmy, Earl and I were sitting around what what left of our camp fire. My ass was still sore from getting fucked by Jimmy, Earl and Randy and double fucked by Bobby, a high school drop out who worked as a mechanic and his older brother, Jeff who was a long haul trucker. After Bobby and Jeff fucked the shit out of me with their uncut cocks and and filled my gut with what felt like a bucket of hot cum, they left the camp to get more beer. As they were getting into their battered pickup truck, I heard Jeff say to Bobby, “While we’re down at the store why don’t you call the pool hall in town and see if any of that horny bunch wants to come out here and fuck that boy’s ass and get their cock’s sucked.” That had been hours ago and I wasn’t disappointed they hadn’t come back. As much as I liked cock up my ass and down my throat, I’d been sucking dick and getting my ass plowed since I’d gotten out of school that afternoon and I was tired. Also, mixing beer and bourbon didn’t help the situation and I was ready to hit the hay. Jimmy and Earl, who were first cousins, polished off the last of the Early Times, threw the bottle into the camp fire and staggered off to one of the tents. I pissed out the fire and was almost asleep as I hit the air mattress in the tent where Randy had passed out. It must have been four of five in the morning when I vaguely heard the sound of a truck hitting the rough ruts of the road to the camp and what I thought were voices. I looked over at Randy, who was sleeping and who’s five inch uncut cock was sticking out of his shorts like a hooded, short, hard saber and went back to sleep. Suddenly, I felt a gentle tug on my shoulder. I looked up and in the fading moonlight I could see that it was Bobby. “Get up, Bud,” he whispered, “come on out to the truck.” I was naked except for my shorts as I got out of the tent and walked past the other tent, where Jimmy and Earl were sleeping, to the truck which was parked away from the camp under a large oak tree. I recognized Jeff, but not any of the other four guys who were standing there, smoking, drinking beer and passing around a bottle of Early Times. Jeff came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. “It took us a little longer to get the beer than we thought,” he said, “we got to drinking at the store and then went by the pool hall and drank some more, then we played some pool and drank some more. Hell, you know how it is when a bunch of guys get together on a Friday night.” “Who are they?” I asked. “Buddies of ours,” he said, “and all of them a horny as hell. You gonna take care of them?” “I don’t know if I can,” said as I saw the guys watching me and groping at their crotches, “the double fucking you and Bobby gave me left me pretty sore.” “Don’t disappoint me, Bud,” Jeff said as he led me toward the truck, shit, I promised these guys I had a hot kid who was crazy for cock and they’re gonna be sore as hell if you don’t take care of them. Just give it a try and if any of them start hurtin’ you, I’ll make ‘em stop. OK?” “I’ll try,” I said as I began to feel my cock swell, “but where? Do they all want to watch?” “Well,” Jeff said as he gave me his James Dean killer smile, “I imagine some of em’ would like to watch but won’t admit it. Anyway, I took a sleeping bag and spread it out under those trees down from he truck. There’s also some water and beer down there and a kerosene lantern so you can see what you’re gettin’. Just go down there and wait. OK?” Jeff pointed toward the trees where the sleeping bag was and headed back for the truck. I heard him mumble something and then a chorus of “Way to go, Jeff, “ “Fucking A.” “You sure came through for us buddy.” I was sitting naked on the sleeping bag when I heard a noise in the bushes. The light from the lantern was weak and I couldn't see much beyond the branches of the tree. Suddenly a figure came through the darkness. It was George, a tall, blond, gangly guy, who pumped gas at the station in town. He was in his late twenties and I knew he’d gotten married recently He smiled when he saw me. “Well, shit, Bud, I didn’t know it was you they were talking about. All Jeff and Bobby said was they had this hot, high school kid who loved to suck cock and take it up the ass. How long you been into dick?” “A pretty long time,” I said. “If I’d known that, I’d have taken you into the back of the station and let you suck on my dick. I’m always horny.” “If you’d have asked me, I would have done it,” I said as I got up on my knees, “but since you’re married, I figured you were getting pussy at home.” “I never get enough pussy,” George said as he unbuckled his belt, slid down his boxer shorts and work pants and pulled out a hard, six inch, cut cock, “and my wife won’t give me any head so I’m always ready for a blow job.” “I’m ready to give it to you,” I said as reached for his cock, “and it won’t be the last one.” His cock wasn’t big, but it was as hard as a rock, perfectly straight, had a big mushroom head on it and was saluting his belly button. Except for a full patch of blond crotch hair, he was perfectly smooth. He had a big piss slit and when I pulled the lips apart and began to tongue the dark pink goodness, George grabbed the base of his shaft and began to squeeze out big drops of clear, pre-cum onto my tongue. It was thick, salty and totally different from the sweet, thin drops I’d licked off of Randy’s young virgin cock that afternoon. “You like that stuff, don’t you?” George said as he rubbed his piss slit against my lips, “I got plenty more for you. Hell, I leak it all day and sometimes when I get home at night my shorts are so crusty with it that my wife raises hell and says I’ve been foolin’ around on her.” When my lips were slick and my mouth was full of his pre-cum, I began to lick his cock and buried my face in his pubic hair while I grabbed his big, loose, low hanging ball sack with one hand and began to play with his tight, muscular ass cheeks with the other. His crotch had that man-smell that comes from a working guy’s sweaty cock and balls. I licked around the based of his six incher, inhaled the heady aroma, sucked on his balls, which were about the size of extra large walnuts, and then lifted them up and licked that little piece of man heaven between his balls and his asshole. As soon as I touched his asshole with my tongue, he pulled my head up and began thrusting his dick toward my lips. “Take it, Bud” he said as he put his hands around my head and pulled my mouth toward his cockhead, “I’m ready for it. Are you gonna let me cum in your mouth?” I nodded yes as I buried his dick down my throat and my nose in his crotch. He began to fuck my face with slow, steady strokes while I grabbed both of his hot, tight ass cheeks. His cock felt like hot velvet in my mouth and I kept thinking about him sticking that dick in his wife’s pussy and wondering if she loved it as much as I did. I could tell he was on a short fuse and each time I felt him tense up and getting ready to shoot, I pulled my mouth off and tongued his piss slit, licked the shaft and swallowed both his nuts. “Quit teasing me, Bud” he said after I’d pulled off five or six times, “I gotta shoot it.” As soon as he forced my head back down on his shaft, I could feel his legs began to quiver, his ass cheeks tighten and his cock swell in my mouth. “Here it comes, here it comes,” he said as he fucked my face and began shooting hard spurts of man juice down the back of my throat, “swallow it, swallow it.” His huge cum load came out so hot, hard and fast I would have had trouble swallowing it if he hadn’t been holding my head tight against his crotch. When I’d swallowed all of his baby juice, I pulled open his piss slit and sucked out three or four more large globs of thick, sweet jiz. Again, I thought after him fucking his wife and pumping all that sweet, hot cum into her pussy. Then I licked his shaft until it was perfectly clean and I could see it glistening in the dim light of the kerosene lantern. “I don’t want you wife to think you’ve been fucking around,” I said as I tongued the last drop of cum out the lips of his cockhead. “Come by and see me at the station tomorrow,” he said as he pulled up his work pants and tucked his semi-hard cock into his boxers, “that was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had and you’re the first one who’s ever taken all of my load.” “I’ll be there,” I said as he rubbed walked off into the darkness. “Go for it, man” I heard him say to someone in the darkness, “he loves cock allright and I got him all primed up for you.” I was still on my knees when a big, burly man with massive hairy arms walked toward me. He weighed well over two hundred pounds, had broad shoulders, a small waist and a obvious bulge in his blue jeans. I figured he was in his early forties. He smiled as he began to undress and my cock began twitching when I saw him completely naked. He looked like he was the kind of man who needed to shave at least twice a day and his chest, belly, crotch and muscular legs were covered with thick black hair. His peter, which was at least eight inches and as thick as my wrist, was uncut, completely covered by a puckered, tight foreskin and hung from his thick tangle of pubic hair in a half arch. “How big is that thing when its hard,” I asked “Don’t know,” he said as he slid the foreskin back and I could see his massive flared purple cockhead, “never measured it. Maybe nine, ten inches, I don’t know cause it’s always been big. The kids in grammar school used to call me Donkey Dick and a couple of them would give me a quarter if I’d get it hard for them. Big cocks run in my family. My Dad, grandfather, couple of uncles and all four of my brothers are hung pretty much like me.” “Has anybody ever taken all of it?” I asked as I grabbed his cock which was warm and moist and standing straight out. I could feel the bulging blue veins that laced the length of his long shaft pulsating against the palm of my hand. “Well,” he said as he pulled me closer to him with his huge hands, “women don’t suck cock worth a shit and none of them can ever take more than a few inches. They say its too thick. When I was in the Navy, a couple of guys could deep throat it pretty good even though they gagged a lot until they practiced on it a few times. “As far as fucking, if a woman’s hungry for cock, she’ll find a way to take most of it. However, a lot of them just look at it and say “No way, Jose” “What about guys,” I asked as I pulled his thick foreskin back and forth and licked at large specks of yellow head cheese that circled the head of his cockhead. “The problem with fucking guys,” he said as he pulled my mouth onto the head of his cock, “is if they can take it, their asses have been fucked so much it isn’t any good for me and if they’re nice and tight, they start screaming that it hurts too much after I get an inch or two inside them. “Your buddy, Jeff said he and his brother double fucked you. Think you’ll be able to take all of it up your young, tight, high school ass?” “I’ll try,” I said as I pulled off his cock and got down on my elbows and knees. “That’s what I like.” he said as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and began wetting my hole with big globs of spit, “I like a boy that tries.” I could feel his massive cockhead pressing against my asshole as he bent over my back and put his hands around my shoulders. I felt like there was a huge, heavy, hairy mountain on top of me. “Take a hit of this,” he said as he thrust a small brown bottle under my nose, “it’ll make it easier for you.” As soon as I sniffed, I felt lightheaded, my heart began to race and I thought I was going to float away. I also felt myself pushing back against him and his massive, flared cockhead slipping into my asshole. Even though I felt like my ass was going to split open, I wanted more. “What’s that stuff.” I said as I turned my head around to look at him. “It’s just something I picked up in the French Quarter in New Orleans. I found out about it from a whore down there. She said she wouldn’t ever think about lettin’ me mount her, even for double money, unless she smelled some of this stuff. It must work cause she took most of it and and said she liked it. Of course, you never know with whores, but I think she liked the ride I gave her. “Take another hit. You’re doin’ real good. Just the way I like my boys.” As I took another whiff, I giggled as I said, “You’d better hold on to me or else I’m going to float away.” “You don’t have to worry about that, son,” he said as he pushed he weight down on me and held my shoulders in a vise-like grip, “With my two hundred plus pounds on you and the head of my big dick inside you, you’re not going anywhere. I got you anchored real good. “Now, take it slow and easy and see just how much of Daddy’s big dick you can take.” He slowly rocked back and forth and inched his cock deeper and deeper inside my gut. It hurt like hell, but whatever was in the brown bottle made me forget about the pain. The only thing I could think about was pleasing this big man. After a few minutes he said, “I’m almost all the way in there, son. Now, I’m gonna slowly lift your legs and turn your over on your back. I want to be able to look at you and kiss you while I fuck you.” I felt as light as a feather as his muscular, hairy arms lifted my legs over his head while I was still impaled on his ten inch cock. When I was on my back, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs wide apart. “Reach down and feel Daddy’s cock,” he said as he bent over to kiss me, “and then grab Daddy’s balls.” The part of his slick, wet cock that wasn’t inside me felt like a tree trunk and his harry balls were as big as the one’s I’d seen on the bulls the local farmers used for stud. As he held the brown bottle under my nose and I took another big sniff, I could feel the rest of his cock sliding into my ass. “You took it all, boy,” he said as he began to fuck me, “You took all of Daddy’s cock and didn’t cry once. I’m proud of you, son, real proud. Now wrap your legs around Daddy while he gives you the fucking of your life.” I closed my eyes as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Even though I felt like I was being torn apart with each of his hard, swift thrusts deep inside of me, I didn’t care. This was heaven and I thought about how it would feel being mounted by a stallion or a stud bull. His breathing became heavier as he fucked me harder. Each time he thrust, his hairy belly brushed against my cock and I began to tingle. I could feel the heat of his body and hot man-sweat was rolling off his face onto mine. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, “I’m cumming,” as my hot boy juice began to shoot out of my piss slit into the hair of his belly. He put his hand around my cock, squeezed out more cum, scooped up the load I had shot on his belly and sucked it off his fingers. “I’m cumming with you, son” he said as he bent over and stuck his tongue down my throat, “Daddy’s cumming with his boy.” His tongue was probing my throat and I could taste my own cum as his white-hot load surge into me like a hurricane tide hitting the shore. He continued to pound me and his cock made sucking sounds as his juice began to trickle out of my asshole and down my thighs. After about five minutes of gentle fucking, he slowly pulled his cock out of me and I could feel a stream of cum rushing down my thighs. “You were real good, son. Real good.” He said as he began to gather up his clothes, “Now clean yourself up and get ready for the rest of ‘em. I’m gonna go over here behind these bushes and watch. That tight ass of yours has got me all turned on and Daddy may pump off a couple of more loads just watching you.” I wet my handkerchief with the water Jeff had left and wiped the hairy man’s, Daddy cum load out of my ass and off my balls and thighs. I was just finishing when I saw two figures walking out of the shadows of the woods. “Now thats what I call a fucking,” the taller one said, “we were watching from back over there and when I saw Harry mount you, I said 'No way is that boy is gonna take it. No way.’ “But, you took it like a pro and acted like you loved every inch of it. Is your ass sore?” “Not too much,” I said as I looked at the two rough looking guys whom I didn’t know, but who I’d seen riding their Harley’s around town and hanging out at the cafe in the local bus station. They were in their early twenties and had dropped out of high school in the eleventh grade. I’d heard they’d had some minor skirmishes with the local police and that they spent most of their time working on their bikes, hustling pool games, playing poker and fucking pussy. These were the kind of guys that made nice girls get hot, bothered and wet in their panties and good guys cross over the street to avoid a confrontation. I’d even heard that some of the older women in town paid them to fuck them. “I’m Carl,” the taller one said “and this is my buddy, Ed.” Carl, like Ed, was wearing tight, faded Levis, heavy motorcycle boots and a white T-shirt. He was about six feet and had he the build of someone who is naturally muscular. Ed, was a foot shorter, stocky but not fat. Both of them had dark hair that hung just below their collar lines. They were massaging their crotches as they looked at me and smiled when they saw I was looking at them from head to toe. “Like what you see?” Carl said as he grabbed the outline of his hard cock. Like Ed, his strong, calloused hands and fingernails were stained with motor oil and bike grease. “I sure do,” I said as I thought about their reputations for fucking pussy. “What do you want to do with these dicks?” Ed said as he slipped his hand inside his tight jeans and began to play with his cock. “Whatever you want,” I said as I got up on my knees, “you tell me.” “Why don’t you suck both of us off at the same time. Think you can handle that?” Starting with Carl, I undid the buttons to his jeans and slipped them down over his slim hips. His hard cock was a tent pole in his white jockey shorts and I could see a wet spot where he was already leaking pre-cum. I sucked and tongued the wet patch and and could smell the heady aroma of man sweat, bike leather and head cheese. As I pulled down his jockeys, his cock, which was uncut, fat and about seven inches flew up against his belly button and sprayed my face with more salty pre-cum. He had a thick dark brown hair around his cock and a trail of lighter hair ran up his stomach toward a muscular chest that was was also a furry patch of thick brown hair. Carl was milking huge globs of pre-cum out of his cock as I pulled down Ed’s jeans and jockey shorts. His cock hair was dark, almost black and like Carl, he had a trail that ran up his hard stomach to a hairy, muscular chest. I looked up at him and he smiled as I took his big veined, eight inches of uncut meat between my lips. Like Carl, he was leaking pre-cum and had the heavy smelled of sweat, head cheese and bike leather. “Open up,” Carl said as he moved close to Ed and pushed his cock in my already full mouth. Each of them put a hand behind my head and pushed their cocks down my throat until my nose was buried between two masses of thick, sweaty crotch hair. I put my arms around their asses and when I began to finger and caress their pungent assholes, they began to fuck my face. I had so much hard cock in my mouth that I had to struggle to breath as Ed and Carl pounded harder and harder and tried to outdo each other seeing which one could get his cock the farthest down my throat. Each time they pulled their cocks out, I could feel the rolls of their thick foreskins pulling over their cockheads and each time they pushed their cocks down my throat, I rolled back their long foreskins with my lips which were covered with specks of yellow, ripe head cheese Their cocks were covered with their pre-cum and my spit and they made loud sucking, slurping noises as they fucked my throat deeper and deeper. They were both sweating and the harder they fucked the more intense was the intoxicating smell of head cheese, crotch sweat and bike leather. As I began to probe their hairy asshole with my fingers, I could feel them tense up and their cocks swell. “Here it comes,” Ed shouted as his dick throbbed and blasted my throat with spurt after hard spurt of thick, white cum, “Swallow it, boy. Swallow my biker cum.” “Oh, yes. Shit, yes. It’s coming, boy. It’s coming,” Carl moaned as his dick throbbed deep down my throat and squirted a steady stream of more thick, white cum until my mouth was overflowing and their combined loads of biker juice ran out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my hard high school cock. I was still sucking out their juice when I reached down and began to stroke my throbbing cock which was slick and wet with their cum and my pre-cum. After about three or four hard strokes my load blasted out so hard that my balls began to ache. Both of their cocks were still half hard when they pulled out of my mouth. I could see long strings of cum and spit dangling from their long foreskins. When I reached out to grab their massive pieces of man meat for one more taste before I licked them clean, Carl gently pushed me away. “That’s OK, boy,” he said as he and Ed began to stuff their wet cocks back into their jockey shorts, “we like to keep these babies good and ripe. There’s nothing like the smell of head cheese, old cum and spit to turn a woman on and get her pussy dripping wet.” “We’ll see you around town,” Ed said with a smile as they walked into the darkness, “and when you see us, you don’t have to act afraid like those other dudes in town. We ain’t gonna hurt you.” “Hell,” Carl said, “we might even take you out of town to the garage where we work on our bikes. There’s beer in the ice box and a mattress in the back. We could have a lot of fun, Bud. A lot of fucking good time fun.” When they were out of sigh, Harry, the man with the Daddy Dick, who had been watching from the bushes, was at my side. “Kiss me,” he said, “I want that hot, biker cum.” After he’d probed my throat and sucked the cum out of my mouth, he pulled off and took my hand, which was covered with Carl, Ed’s and my cum and began to suck my fingers like their were small cocks. When they were completely clean he went down on my half-hard cock and licked every last drop of cum off of it. “That was real good, son,” he said, “but what I did is just between you and me. OK? I don’t want the rest of them knowing my business.” “I’m not going to say anything, I said. “ “That’s a good boy,” Harry said "and I’ll make it a point to see you again real soon. Just the two of us. OK?" I nodded OK as he wiped his mouth and walked toward the truck. I was opening a beer when Bobby and his brother Jeff walked into the clearing. They were passing the almost empty bottle of Early Times between them. “Are you fucked out, Bud? “Jeff said as he put his arm around me, “I sure as hell hope not ‘cause we’re hot as hell after hearing George, Carl and Ed telling what went on down here. You must have wore them out cause they’re up there in the back of the truck sleeping like babies and Harry’s ass was dragging when we saw him walking up the hill.” “I’m as hot as a firecracker” Bobby said as he pulled out his cock and began to push a hard stream of yellow piss out of his long foreskin, “and I need to fuck some ass. Jeff began to laugh and pulled out his pecker, slid his foreskin back and began pissing in the same dark puddle with Bobby. “And my cock is aching for a hot mouth.” Even though I’d just shot a massive load of high school jiz, my cock started getting hard when I saw them pissing hard yellow streams out of their foreskins. I thought about what hot looking guys they were and how good it had felt when they’d double fucked me that afternoon. Bobby was about 5” 9’ and had a hard, lean sinewy body. Unlike his brother, he was dark complected and had a trail of black hair running from the thick nest at the base of his dick up to his hairy chest. His muscular arms and legs were covered with dark fur and his cock was about seven inches and uncut. Jeff was smooth, except for a patch of blond crotch hair and light hair on his arms and legs and taller, about six feet. His cock was uncut, but longer, about eight inches and thicker that Bobby’s. His balls were bigger and his nut sack hung down between his long, hard, muscular legs. While Bobby’s dick was perfectly straight from the base to his cockhead, Jeff had a knobheaded cock that was covered by about an inch of foreskin. By the time they’d finished pissing, I was dribbling pre-cum and ready for more hot cock. “Get on your back and spread your legs,” Bobby said as he flicked the last drops of piss off his already hard cock, “I’m gonna fuck you while you suck Jeff off. OK?” It was definitely OK with me and I lay down on the sleeping bag and raised my legs into the air. Bobby, who’s pulled down his jeans and shorts, spit on his cock, stroked it a couple of time and positioned himself between my legs. Jeff undid his fly, pulled out his hard dick, sat on my chest and brushed his foreskin against my lips. “Don’t need no lub this time,” Bobby said as he pushed his middle finger up my asshole, “somebody, I’ll bet it was Henry, filled him up good.” Just as I took Jeff’s foreskin between my lips and began to suck out drops of piss and head cheese, Bobby rammed his cock up my ass, grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs apart and began fucking me with long, fast, hard strokes. While Bobby was pounding my ass with his seven incher, Jeff positioned his crotch over my face and pushed his eight inch knob headed dick down my throat and began to fuck my face. After about five minutes of fucking me like a jackhammer, Bobby began to moan, gave one final, hard thrust and I could feel my gut being flooded with spurt after spurt of hot cum. He was still fucking me when Jeff pushed his cock all the way down my throat and let go with a massive load that I had no choice but to swallow. I was still trying to swallow Jeff’s load when Bobby slowly pulled his cock out of my overflowing asshole. “That was a good fuck, Bud,” he said he lay down on the sleeping bag, “ but between your ass and the booze, I’m all worn out.” Bobby was snoring when Jeff pulled his still hard eight inches out of my throat. “You’re the best cocksucker around these parts, Bud, but like Bobby, I gotta get some shut eye. I’m wiped out. Jeff was sleeping beside Bobby when I turned off the kerosene lantern, took a beer and walked back toward the tent where I’d left Randy. His five inch, uncut peter was still poking out of his boxer shorts. Gently, I peeled back this thin foreskin and took the whole shaft down my throat. Slowly, he began to move his hips and in a couple of minutes he moaned and filled my mouth with the last cum load of the night. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard Randy mumble, “Thanks, Bud. That was great. Will you do me again in the morning?” By the time I said yes, Randy was sleeping again. However, I remembered Jimmy and Earl sleeping in the next tent and knew their big, uncut cocks would be hard as rocks when they woke up and of course there were the guys who were sleeping in the back of the truck and on the sleeping bag under the trees. Randy wasn’t the only one who would need to be taken care of in the morning.