DTM++; incest, outside, inside; cowboys; scat; oral
Country Born n' Country Raised by Jon Hold Copyright ©2007, 2016 jonhold@earthlink.net
Chapter 1 My Dad and I
I was borned on my Daddy's ranch where he'd been borned. His Daddy had been borned on the ranch and his Daddy, my great-grandfather, had come West in a covered wagon and had claimed and settled the entire valley that we still own. I can remember following my Daddy around ever since I was a litttle-bitty.
My Daddy was the world to me. He was big and he was warm. I loved to snuggle up close to him and smell his wonderful scent. Daddy let me tag along and seemed to always know where I was and what I was doing no matter how busy he got bossing the hands around or doing the work himself. I was always testing him, just to see what I could get away with. Dad was patient, but when I finally tested him too far he'd pick me up and test my bottom. I guess he though he was punishing me, but I kinda liked the feeling of his big hands on my body. When he'd get really mad and pull my pants down before putting me across his knees, my little wiener would get so hard I'd think it was going to explode.
One of the best parts of being around working men was that they accepted me as "one of the men" and thought nothing of whipping out their huge dicks (compared to my little tag of flesh—back then anyway) and taking a piss or dropping their pants so they could squat and take a shit. Wiping while squatting is awkward at best and some of the guys I knew best, especially if we were alone, would let me wipe their bottoms for them. Which task I accomplished with great concentration and care. Seemed like every time I had to go one or more of my special friends would be around to wipe me. They all took their time and did a real good job.
Mom was the only female around and, naturally, the men got pretty horny. They'd jack off or fuck one of the heifers or fillies given the slightest chance and most of them didn't seem to care one way or another if I watched or not. Even Daddy would fuck the stock sometimes, but I never saw him beat off alone. Even when I'd seen Daddy fucking during the day I'd still hear him messing around with Momma at night. Unless he was really sick, and Daddy was never sick much, Daddy mounted Momma every night unless she claimed it was "that time."
I used to love sneaking down the hallway and watching my Daddy mount my mama. His big ol' balls would bounce around and he'd get so wild that the bed would be jumping around all over the place and be pounding against the wall. Momma would be hollering and screeching and begging Jesus to save her. Poppa would finally go into convulsions, just like our bull did when he was hit by lighting that time. Momma always yelled something fierce when Daddy was twitching and hunching up against her like that. The best part though, to me, was when Daddy would put his butt up in the air and I'd get to see that long shank of his slide out of Momma. With his butt still up in the air he'd strip the rubber off his dick and toss it on the floor. Didn't dawn on me until years later how come he'd throw it clean across the room over near the door where I'd be standing --- or why he never went looking for it later.
As soon as I'd retrieved Daddy's used rubber I'd scamper down the hall back to my room where I'd think up all sorts of games and experiments involving Daddy's rubber and the white juice he always put in it. Dad's rubbers were so big that he had to special order them from St. Louis. I could get my whole dick and balls inside the rubber and twist the ring at the bottom tight until my hard little dick was firmly trapped and throbbing and then I'd squish Daddy's juice all over me until my little dickie was just too sensitive to touch any more. Another of my favorite games was to put my whole hand into the rubber and make a fist so that it sort of looked like my Daddy's cock was still in his rubber. My arm didn't fill the rubber the way Daddy's cock did, but I'd get crazy horny when I'd pretend that it was Daddy and that he was trying to fuck me with his rubber covered dick. I'd twist myself up into a ball and push on my little pucker with Daddy's cum-filled rubber until I just couldn't stand it any more and my dickie was rubbed raw.
No matter what games I played with Daddy's rubbers though, they'd all end the same way. With me turning the rubber inside-out while I smelled my Daddy and licked up every speck of his juice. I loved my Daddy and I loved his smell and taste. Still do.
Chapter 2 Cowboy Friends
Two of my cowboy friends were special friends of each other too. One time I saw them go out in the bushes together and I followed them. By the time I got to them they both had their canvas pants down around their ankles and were sitting side-by-side on a fallen tree with their butts hanging over the far side. They were laughing and grunting and trying to get their hands down in-between each others legs. I walked right up to them and asked if I could wipe their butts when they were done. They both said, "Sure!". I leaned up against where their legs were touching so I could look down between both pairs of legs and watch while they pissed and shat. Mark, the big one, told me to go ahead and take my clothes off so that when I was done wipping their butts I could take a shit too. At that age I liked being naked way more than being dressed (some things never change, do they!) so I peeled my clothes off in nothing flat. Mark picked me up and put me on his lap and both he and Sean tickled me and played with my wiener until Mark finally handed me his toilet paper and told me to get the both of them cleaned up.
Smiling, I ran around the fallen tree and got behind my two cowboy friends. Any of the cowboy's hard muscled hairy butts always excited me, but I was going to get to touch these two at the same time. I put a hand on Mark's behind to steady myself as I bent over and started using the toilet paper on Sean, his friend. Sean had pretty sticky shit so it took quite a bit of wiping to get it really, really clean. The muscles on Mark's butt were a lot heavier and thicker, so I had to use one hand to hold his crack open while I wiped him with the other hand. Luckily, he was really easy to clean, but I knew that he liked me to make sure he was clean so once the outside was clean I covered my middle finger with three layers of Mark's toilet paper and carefully pushed it up inside Mark's hole. He helped me get my finger and the paper in there and then I scrubbed him really good, just like he'd shown me to do a long time before.
When I was done wiping their asses, Mark and Sean both got up and hugged me and kissed me and told me what I good boy I was. Then they tried to set me on the fallen tree to go potty, but it was too big around. Mark sat down and put me on his still naked thigh. The stiff hairs on his leg were poking into me, but I really liked the feeling of the big cowboy's hair and the way he held his hand against my back to help me stay balanced with my behind hanging over the side of his warm leg. Sean kissed me on the forehead and told me, "Go potty now, shortstuff." Sean put his hand down between my legs and held my little wiener down so that I wouldn't pee on Mark. I held onto Sean and rubbed my face against his hairy forearm while I had a nice poop and pee.
When I was done pooping, Sean and Mark took turns wiping my behind for me. They even took me over to the stream and used the cold water to wash me off. Mark was real careful when he put my butt into the water and used just the end of his big finger to make sure I was clean inside my hole.
Mark and Sean's weenier got big and hard while they were cleaning my behind and they started pulling on each other. I asked what they were doing and Mark said that they were "helping a buddy out." I asked if I could help out and Sean said that it was a boy's chore to play with a man's balls when he was jacking off. In no time I had two sets of mens balls in my hands.
Sean's bag was really long and hung down letting his heavy balls almost reach his knees. More than half-way anyhow. I liked running my hand up and down the long cords that Sean's balls hung from, but he was kind of sensitive and I had to be really careful not to hurt him. Anyway, it was more fun bouncing his balls in my hand and squishing them so that they slide up inside his bag.
Mark's balls were really different. Sean's balls were big, but Mark's were huge-mongus! Each of Mark's balls was bigger than my fist and really, really pretty. His bag held them up in his groin and he had to spread his legs so I could get to them good. Mark's balls were really tough and he liked me to punch them and treat them roughly. He said that kept them in shape so he could fuck Sean's butt really hard. I didn't know what that meant back then, but it sure sounded like they both liked it. Anyway, I got to play with Mark's balls any way I wanted to and he kept saying, "Thank you," and telling me how good I was making him feel.
I asked Mark why he and Sean were peeing on each others hands and Mark just laughed. "That's not pee, Squirt!" Mark said, lifting his hand to his mouth and licking off some of Sean's juice. "That's man juice. We men make it so our dick's will be slippery. It tastes really good. Go ahead and try some if you're interested."
"Yeah," said Sean, lifting his hand to his mouth and making loud slurping noises as he sucked Mark's juice off his hand, "Mark has the best tasting lube juice in America. Maybe in the whole world. Go ahead and try it."
My hands were full, and I really didn't want to let go of the wonderfully heavy balls I was holding, so I leaned forward, trying to catch some of Mark's juice as it oozed out from his opening and spun in long spiraling streamers down to the ground. Sean saw what I was trying to do and pointed Mark down towards my face so I could lick the juice directly from the end of Mark's wiener. The first time my tongue wiped across Mark's thing he moaned really deep in his throat and his knee's bent even wider apart. I immediately loved the taste and started lapping up every bit of Mark's juice stuff I could get.
Mark pushed Sean's weenie down in front of my face and said, "Go ahead little buddy. Clean up Sean's leaky dick too."
Mark was right. Sean's dick leaked even more than his did, and it tasted stronger too. I loved it! I kept licking one dick or the other while Mark and Sean kept playing with each other and arguing about whether or not I could take their "cum." Sean kept saying that I could, but Mark insisted that they both came too much for me to handle, and besides, the taste would be too strong for me.
I asked what cum was and they told me that it was what came out of the end of their dicks when they were done playing with each other. I asked them if they were going to pee when they were done and they said no, that they were going to shoot cum, which was thick and white and came out of their balls, not out of their bellies. I insisted that if it came out of their balls that I would like it --- and Sean agreed with me, insisting that Mark let me try because I was doing such a good job licking up their lube juice and playing with their balls. I wondered if their cum would taste anything like the stuff I'd been getting from Daddy's rubbers.
Mark finally said, "OK," but added that if I didn't get it all that he got to fuck Sean in the ass. Sean said that he knew that I'd be able to swallow it all and that if I did then he got to fuck Mark in the ass. I decided right then and there that I was going to swallow every bit and that Sean was going to get to fuck Mark's ass, whatever that meant.
Both men started going after my mouth like it was the most important thing in the world to them. Sean kept urging me to hold his whole cockhead in my mouth so I could lock my teeth behind the fat part when he put his cum in my mouth. Mark kept helping me learn how to hold him in my mouth, but he kept telling me to take my time and to not hurt myself. I kept watching the other one while I had one in my mouth, afraid that I might miss something. I really wanted to get both of them safely into my mouth at the same time, but Mark's cock and Sean's cock were both so fat that they stretched the corners of my mouth all by themselves.
Sean started moaning and he held my head in place real tight. "Here it comes, Baby. Here it comes, Baby boy. Start sucking real hard. Yeah! Yeah!!! Swallow, Baby! Swallow. Here it is, Baby. Your first drink of man cum. Don't let any get on the ground, Baby. Suck it all down!"
I was sucking as hard as I could and suddenly my mouth was full and my throat was full and I couldn't swallow. I snorted and suddenly Sean's cum was coming out of my nose. I finally swallowed just in time to get the next spurt. Snorting cum and swallowing cum and breathing cum --- I kept right on sucking as long as Sean would let me. He finally pushed me off his bright red end of his dick and I used my finger to wipe all the jism off my face and put it in my mouth while I was licking up any cum I could find on Sean's dick or thick reddish-blonde pubic hair.
Mark started to moan and I quickly turned and stuffed as much of his fat cockhead into my mouth as I could. Just in time too! I hardly started to suck the first time when Mark shot an even bigger wad than Sean had. Luckily, Mark's huge cockhead wouldn't actually fit in my mouth, so I had a lot more room to hold his wad while I sucked on the nose of his cock. Sucking and swallowing like crazy, I rode the end of Mark's dick until he was begging me to let him rest.
I looked at both exhausted cowboys and laughed. "I like cocksucking!" I said. "It's fun!"
Both cowboys started laughing and hugging and kissing me and telling me that I was now their cocksucking buddy and would I like to cocksuck any of the other cowboys. Well, there were some of the other cowboys I thought I'd like to cocksuck, but mostly, I wanted to cocksuck my Daddy. I wondered if he'd like it as much as Mark and Sean had.
Country Born Chapter 3 Bunkhouse Bunny
Daddy had to take Mommy to the big city but I got to stay with the men. Burt, who was Daddy's foreman said that he would keep an eye on me. I didn't care who kept an eye on me because I was going to get to sleep in the bunkhouse. After dinner I ran ahead of everyone to the bunkhouse and was naked and raring to go before any of the cowboys even got there. The cowboys just laughed and teased Sean and Mark, who had been left in charge of me.
Everyone settled into their normal routines, playing cards, mending clothes, talking, whatever took their fancy. I moved from lap to lap, enjoying having the guys touch me and play with my stiff little rod and delicate balls. I had a wonderful evening --- and then everyone headed for the showers before going to bed. I was pretty sure that I'd died and gone to heaven, leastwise that's how it seemed to me. I walked into the steamy room and there were more cocks than I had ever imagined. All of them naked and exposed to my roving eyes. Long ones and skinny ones, fat ones and short ones, long and skinny; skinny and short; short and fat ones; and one that was really fat and really, really long. Burt, the foreman, was wearing that one. The Boss AND seriously HUNG! Most had foreskins, a few did not. I liked them all, and wanted them all in my mouth.
None of the cowboys had any problem as I went from man to man, licking up precum, trying to remember what each tasted and smelled like, playing with their balls and trying to be a good cocksucker for the ones that were nice to me. The first load of cum I took come from Garcia, one of Dads Mexican cowboys. He was always really nice to me, sharing whenever he made some real Mexican food and teaching me how to braid some really nice stuff. He'd even helped me braid a Black Snake whip as a birthday present for my Dad. Dad loved it and when Garcia told him I'd done all the braiding myself Dad picked me and kissed me right on the lips, right in front of everybody!
Garcia's pecker was dark brown until it got hard, then it was just brown. Well, that is, if you could call Garcia's long, fat cock "just" anything. He tried to pull out of my mouth before he started to cum. I used my teeth to convince Mr. Garcia that he wanted to leave his pinga (That's what Mexicans have instead of a cock) right where it was. He shot a lot, really fast and super hard. I swallowed most of it, but some came shooting out of my nose. When he was finally done Mr. Garcia picked me up and kissed me, licking up his leftovers off my face.
He finally put me down and I wandered around the shower, sucking guys dicks and playing with their balls. Any of them got close they'd call me and I'd hurry over to them so they wouldn't get their cum all over the floor and make a mess. The guys were real good about helping each other jack off or even sucking on their special partner. I got just about everyones cum that first night and getting sucked off was a real special treat. There was a lot of kissing and joking around, playing with each other and me. One cowboy, who called himself Shadow, had just gotten hired and I didn't like him. Not at all. I didn't like the way he talked to me and I sure as hell didn't like the way he treated, well... mistreated his horse. He told me he was ready, to come eat his sperm. I never took my mouth off of Slims dick Just turned enough to see him. Then I flipped him off! He got mad and called me some really bad names and came after me. Bull hit him in the side of his head so hard that he skidded across the floor and hit the wall on the other side. REALLY hard! A couple of the guys got some rope and tied him up right there on the floor.
That was kinda the end of the shower. Everybody grabbed their towels and started drying each other. Sometimes three or four guys drying one guy at a time in rotation. Seemed like everyone was using their towels to dry me off. There was some talk about what to do with our bad apple. I said I wanted him off the ranch and to pay him a dollar a day, but just for Thursday and Friday because he ate but didn't work today. I wanted him to be given ten dollars for his horse because nobody who treated a horse like he did deserved to have one! Mark just said, "His daddy's gone so he's the boss!" Nobody said anything about that, they just argued about who got to run him off, and should they give him his clothes back or just run him off naked. Silently, I voted for naked!
We all went back to the bunkhouse and everybody started getting into bed. Mark and Sean slept in the same bed and made room in the center. I got up on the bed and gave each of them a really excellent good-night kiss with plenty of tongue. Then I climbed back out of their bed and walked across the room over to where Bull slept. I looked right into his eyes. "Bull, can I please sleep with you tonight?" Quiet as always, Bull didn't say anything, just thought real careful and then lifted his blanket and scooched back a little to make room for me. I climbed up into his bed and he kissed me real good. Made me get real hard and I ended up kissing him right back and humping my little peg into the hair on his belly.
Bull felt all over my body getting me to giggling when he explored in my hairless armpits and down my sides. He kept asking me what was wrong, was I OK, or was I having convulsions. Every time I tried to answer he'd tickle me even more and I couldn't say a word. Bull was fun to play with. Gentle and kind and fun. Later, he asked me if it was OK for him to touch me like he had been doing.
I looked at him to see if he was joking, but he wasn't, he looked worried that maybe he'd done something I didn't like. I just snuggled in closer and kissed him just above one of his great big nipples. "You can touch me any time, Bull. You touch really nice!"
Bull hugged me and kissed the top of my head. I hugged back and just laid there for a while, letting Bull hold me and touch me. Then I kinda scooched further down under Bulls blanket until his boner kind of fell into my mouth. I really liked the way the whole thing fit right into my mouth so I could suck him really good. After he filled my mouth with his man juice I tried to suck on his balls but I was frustrated. I couldn't get even one of his huge eggs into my mouth. After some experimenting I pushed his balls all the way up to the top of his ball bag and stuffed all the loose skin in my mouth. That felt really nice and filled my mouth just like a pair of most mens balls. They tasted great and were soft like Mama's velvet dress. As soon as I started sucking Bull got another big ol' boner, so I dropped the wet sack out of my mouth and moved back up until I could get the end of Bull's dick in my mouth and suck off another load of his tasty sperm. Then back down to push his balls back up so I could stuff all his loose sack back into my mouth. Back and forth, back and forth all night long. Mostly, I didn't wake up very much, I was running on autopilot and so was Bull. Just after dawn I sucked another load down my throat and then we had to get up for morning chores.
I opened the coop and fed the chickens and then collected the fresh eggs for breakfast. Cookie had me wash them and then I volunteered to wash Cookies dingus. He allowed as how it just might need cleaning at that. When I finished that chore to Cookies satisfaction, he gave me a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven. HOT! But soooooo good! The guys wanted to know how come I got hot chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. Cookie started to say something, but I beat him to it, "Cuz I'm Cookies best boy, and y o u ' r e n o t!" That got a lot of laughter and we all got back to eating Cookies good cooking.
When Dad got back he and I had a talk and decided that I was old enough to spend the night with the cowboys at least one night a week, if, 1. they invited me without coercion and 2. I wanted to. And 3. all my school work was up-to-date.
——- With the world in the shape it's in, we need to thank everyone who has a weird sense of humor