Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring consenting male adults. If this turns you off, don't read it. This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead.
It was after graduation and I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, so some friends and I packed up the car and headed off for a cross-country road trip. Things went pretty well until a few weeks into the trip when we took a wrong turn and found ourselves on a deserted stretch of Iowa back-road. My buddies wanted to turn back and head for home. I didn't. After a heated argument, I grabbed my pack and my friends left me by the side of the road.
I had no plan, other than hitch a ride out of the state, and fast. It wasn't until the car had disappeared over the darkening horizon that I realized, in my haste, I had left my wallet on the back seat. I was in the middle of the cornfields, with nowhere to go, not another car in sight, and not even a dime to call for help. Not that there was a phone anywhere in one hundred miles. I was screwed.
I must have walked for an hour or more without seeing a single car. I sat down in the dusty road, my head in my hands, alone and really rather afraid. Just then a pair of headlights appeared in the distance and as the lights grew closer I discerned an old Ford pickup heading toward me. The Ford stopped abruptly.
"What the fuck are you doing?" called the driver from behind the wheel. I stood up slowly and ambled over to him. As I approached, the form of the driver took shape before me. He was a hard, burly man, maybe forty, tan, with dark wavy hair, an iron jaw, and a stubbled chin. I immediately forgot what I was planning to say. I could only mumble, "Sorry."
"Sorry? Shit. Ain't you got any sense just sitting in the middle of the road like that? You're damn lucky I didn't just punch the gas and flatten your stupid ass."
I hung my head, saying once more, "Sorry, sir."
My obvious dejection--or was it my saying "sir"?-- must have struck a chord with this hunky fellow because he smiled warmly and reached out his big hand. The sleeve of his work shirt pulled up to reveal a massive bicep, which I could tell was attached to a solid, muscular frame
"My name's Earl," he said more kindly. "Need a ride son?"
"Yes, please," I said. I was so happy to be rescued, and by such a brawny stud that I quickly added again, "Yes, sir."
I was very tired by now and was glad Earl didn't seem to want to talk. We drove on through the silent darkness for quite a while. I hadn't told him where I was headed, and he hadn't asked. Whatever had to be done, I just hoped he'd take care of it.
I must have fallen sound asleep, because the next thing I knew it was morning. I awoke in a large, comfortable bed with Earl standing over me, watching me sleep.
He was wearing old jeans and a flannel shirt that was nearly bursting at the seems from the thick muscles beneath it. Earl still hadn't shaved, and sight of this fine specimen of man--now fully revealed in the morning light and standing by my bed--made me shiver with delight and anticipation.
"Rise and shine son. There's work to be done," he announced.
"What?" I asked groggily, half asleep and slightly disappointed. "Work?"
"Damn straight boy," he said a bit more sternly. "Breakfast is on the table. Get dressed, eat, and meet me in the barn in 15 minutes. Don't be late or I'll take it out on your ass."
Despite his tempting offer, I still made it down to the barn in under fifteen minutes. Earl glanced at his watch and smiled approvingly. I don't know why it made me feel happy to know he was pleased, but it was a feeling I was going to know again.
"Put this on," he said throwing me a pair of overalls. I started to turn and undress when I felt the wide palm of his hand swat my ass.
"No need for modesty son," Earl said. "I've seen plenty of dick in my life. Yours won't be a surprise. Here let me help you." Then much to my pleasure and embarrassment, he began removing my clothes--slowly, methodically. By the time I was down to my briefs, I was hard, and it showed plainly.
"Looks like I've gone and rescued me a sweet little fag boy. Must be my lucky day," he laughed and squeezed my package through my tight briefs. I blushed down to my balls. Earl clucked his tongue approvingly.
"We don't get much boy butt around here," he said grabbing the thin cotton by the seams and tearing off the last stitch of my clothes like tissue paper.
"That's more like it," Earl continued, with a wink. "Just watch that dick of yours, son. Hate to see it get stuck in something around here."
Earl handed me a pitch fork and we got to work. I spent the day buck-naked doing whatever menial chores Earl required. We stopped only once, at noon, to eat a sandwich. Earl sat on a low stool and I squatted by his knee in the cool of the dark barn.
By the late afternoon every muscle in my body was exhausted, except one. The tantalizing sight of Earl's sweat-soaked shirt and his tight, faded jeans clinging to that muscular body, was making my exposed dick harder than ever. Earl didn't help matters, slapping my bare, eager ass every time I bent over, leaving red marks on my cheeks.
"That's enough for now son," Earl announced at dusk. "Time to wash up." I followed him sheepishly to the front yard where a coiled hose had been lying in the hot sun all day.
"We're going to clean you up right, inside and out." With that this hot farmer began rinsing me off. The water was scalding at first. As the water cooled, Earl placed his hands on my back and bent me forward roughly.
"Spread those sweet cheeks, son," he ordered.
Although slightly afraid of what I knew was coming, I did as I was told. Earl licked two fat fingers and began prying me open. I moaned deeply as I began to loosen up and enjoy the sensation. Suddenly he shoved in the spurting hose nozzle. My ass clamped shut hard as ice-cold water shot up into me.
After removing the hose, Earl tied my hands behind my back with a thin strip of leather, expertly and without comment. I was so anxious to have his cock warm my shivering ass that I didn't even think to object. Earl took me by the shoulders and turned me around. His crystal blue eyes were twinkling and his lips were curling into a sexy sneer as he held my chin in his powerful hand.
"O.K. boy, if you want me to keep you around, here's what's going to happen," he explained. "From now on you'll be naked and ready for whatever I demand of you. You're going to service me, and whoever I tell you to, every day, every night. When you behave, I'll feed you my cock. But when you are bad, you'll be punished. Understand?"
"Yes sir," I answered, nearly swooning. I couldn't wait to get fucked.
"Good boy. Now, get into that first stall, on your knees, and wait. And don't go taking care of your own business while you wait." He gave the strap around my wrists a tight pull to punctuate that order. He struck my ass so hard I squealed, and gave me a shove towards the barn.
I waited on my knees for Earl to return, as ordered. I knew he'd keep me waiting, but I didn't expect it would be quite so long. Kneeling on that hard dirt floor made my knees hurt and the hay strewn about scratched at my legs. With my hands tied behind me, there was no way to scratch. My dick was aching too but there was no way to take care of that problem either. Desperate for relief, and fearing that Earl would leave me there alone all night, I scooted forward and pressed my body against the rough wall of the stall. Although it wasn't easy to do, I managed to get into a position where my cock was resting against the wall. I was barely able to rub it up and down, humping at the barn boards. As awkward as the position was, it didn't take long before I felt that familiar tightening in my sack. Then I began painting the inside of that barn with my own personal whitewash. Earl appeared suddenly and pushed me backwards, cursing at me even as my cock sprayed onto the dirt floor.
"Fucking bitch. I told you not to cum," he shouted, storming out.
I lay there with loose hay plastered to my wet, sticky sides and legs, feeling lower than I ever had. I had disobeyed Earl, the man who had rescued me. I was so ashamed I nearly began crying.
Earl returned to the stall with his hands behind has back and a look of disgust on his face. I crawled toward him and began begging his forgiveness.
"You really sorry, boy?" he asked sternly.
"Yes sir, please forgive me. I was bad. I am so, so sorry sir," I cried frantically, nuzzling his crotch with my face, wishing my hands were free to caress that denim-clad bulge. "Please let me show you how sorry I am. Please sir."
"No. I don't think so. You were a bad little faggot so you don't get any cream tonight. If you're really sorry, you'll have to prove it. You'll have to prove you're worthy of this cock."
"Please sir. I'll do anything. I'll behave. I promise," I pleaded.
He took his hands from behind his back and presented me with a huge dildo, at least 10 inches long and two inches in girth. I gasped at the sight of it, thinking there was no way I could take something so huge, fearing it would tear me apart.
"You take this for a while," he said evenly. "Then, after you've been punished, maybe I'll give you a little taste of what I keep in my jeans."
He pushed me back into the scratchy hay and grabbed my legs, spreading me wide and tying my ankles to the bars of the stall gate with two more leather straps. Earl lubed up his hand and began forcing his way into my hole. The strength of his hot hand, and my desire to be a good bitch for my new master, allowed me to open up and take it all. When I was sufficiently slick and ready, Earl shoved the massive dong deep inside me. I was stuffed full. Then he flipped a switch and powerful, tingling waves flooded through my ass. Earl just walked away.
The night became darker and still the fat dildo hummed on. With my hands tied and my legs splayed open, I could do little more than lie back and bear it. The pressure on my cock was enormous and I began begging, first silently, then with increasing volume, "Please come back sir. Please sir."
Hours passed and still the vibrating tool kept up its brutal assault. I tried to be brave though, to make Earl proud of me. I began drifting in and out of consciousness--dreaming, fantasizing, hoping my master would return and release me.
As the sun cast its first light in through the open doors of the barn, I awoke to the sound of the rooster crowing. I was alone, in the same uncomfortable position as the night before, and with that meaty dildo still buried in my hole. The batteries must have run out at last. The long night was a blur of unrelenting pleasure, and my rock hard dick and well-stretched hole were still painfully reminding me how badly I needed Earl to return and forgive me.
I heard Earl's voice coming nearer and, to my dismay, I heard other voices. I could only lay there spread-eagle and dripping with sweat. I was terrified of being found like this but also secretly hoped my master would approve of how well I had taken my punishment--hoping he would grant me the right to serve his cock.
"Over here," I heard Earl announce, "is where I'm keeping my new bitch." I looked up to see three young, randy farmers peering into the stall like they were examining a prize filly.
"Not bad," said a rugged looking man in a red cap, with a wad of tobacco tucked into his cheek. He was, like Earl, superbly muscled and tan.
"He's easy on the eyes Ed, but the bitch sure tries my patience," Earl replied.
"Looks like you're still breaking him in," said another handsome buck who had a single stalk of tall grass firmly held in his teeth and was slowly adjusting his ample equipment. Like the others, he was looking not at my face, but at the solid dildo stuck between my swollen ass lips. "Nice hole. How does he suck?" he asked.
"I don't really know yet Jim," Earl replied. "He's been a bit uncooperative. He's still not broke in proper I guess. Think he needs more experienced trainers than me."
Then Earl turned to me and said gruffly, "What do you think, faggot?"
It was the first time Earl had spoken to me since I had disobeyed him last night. Although I was in a humiliating position, I was so thankful.
"Yes, please sir. Whatever you say sir," I answered quickly. " I'll be good."
"OK bitch. Just so we don't have a repeat of last night, I'm leaving you with Jim, Ed, and Carl. They've broke in plenty of boy-bitches. They'll teach you how to be a good little cock-slave."
"How do you want us to handle it?" asked the third man. He was the youngest of the three, perhaps not yet thirty and built like a prize-winning bull at a state fair. The way his white, sleeveless T-shirt stretched across his wide, hairless chest made me lick my lips unconsciously. Even my ass responded by squeezing down harder on the dildo. He looked me squarely in the eyes as he spoke to Earl. "You want him broke in easy?"
Earl rubbed his stubbled chin and chuckled slightly.
"Hell no Carl. I plan to ride this fucking whore hard everyday. He's got to live for my cock. He's got to be craving my cum from sun up to sun down." Earl smiled wickedly. "Do whatever you have to do fellas." Then he walked out.
The three brawny studs untied my legs and dragged me across the cold barn floor and out into the sunlight. My eyes were stinging, adjusting to the brightness, and my ass was smarting from the hard dildo still lodged deep inside. Carl, the younger man, allowed me to kneel in the grass.
"Let's get started son," he said, roughly taking a handful of my hair in his fist. "Time to teach you how to please your man." He pulled my face into the big lump in his jeans and I began instinctively to gnaw at it, rubbing my face into the rough cloth. At his command, I undid his zipper with my teeth and awaited further instructions. Carl pulled down his jeans, revealing an old, stained jock strap. The soiled pouch was full and stretched to its limit. Again I was allowed to nuzzle my face into his package. Soon I began trying to free that throbbing cock and his big sweaty balls.
"Not yet bitch," Jim commanded, slapping my ass sharply. "You get to suck when Carl says. Understand?" Another slap sweetened my sore ass.
"I'm talking to you, you stupid bitch," he yelled sharply.
"Yes sir," I answered wincing in pain and breathless with anticipation.
"OK." Carl said, "Lets see if you're worth all this trouble boy." He slid off his jock and that long beefy log sprang up, striking me squarely in the chin. He held it there, inches from my face, as drool started to form at the corners of my mouth. Carl's hard shaft looked so damn tasty, I couldn't wait to suck it down. A single glistening drop clung to the bulbous head as he flexed it up and down, wagging it in my face like it was a juicy bone and I was a hungry mongrel bitch.
"Wait for it boy," Carl commanded. "Wait for it."
Just then Ed's undid my bonds and threw me forward. I couldn't bring my arms around fast enough to stop from falling. Lucky me, I fell directly onto Carl's dick. The long shaft slid neatly into my mouth like a hand into a warm glove. Then another slap stung my ass
"I said not yet, faggot," Carl cursed, removing his sweet cock from my mouth, a long strand of saliva still connecting me to that hard dick. "What do you think fellas? This faggot can't even take simple instructions? You've got a lot of learning to do, cocksucker."
"I'm sorry sirs. Please forgive me," I said looking up at Carl hungrily.
"OK boy," Carl said. "I believe you. Now suck."
I threw myself at his pole eagerly, wantonly. It was the best tasting cock I'd ever sucked. The flesh was rigid, and the skin was taught and smooth. I took it as far into my throat as I could manage, not caring that I was nearly gagging and tears were running down my cheeks. Then I pulled back, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around it, my cheeks hollow. My tongue ran in circles around the tender cockhead, dipping into the piss-slit whenever it could to extract another drop of his precious nectar.
"Not bad cocksucker," Carl said approvingly as he bucked his hips. "Feels so fine. You love it don't you pig?"
I moaned thankfully, my mouth too full of cock meat to speak. Behind me Ed and Jim were hard at work. Ed began removing the dildo, unscrewing it slowly so I felt every inch completely. Each time the head was about to pop out and my ass was almost free of it, Ed rammed that mammoth tool back in full force. Jim took my swinging sack in his left hand and with his right hand began slapping at my low-hanging balls. He never touched my dick, which had not had relief since the night before when I had disobeyed my master. Both men took turns slapping my ass and twisting my nipples tightly until my body felt like it was on fire.
Even though I was on the front lawn of Earl's farmhouse in broad daylight, getting brutalized by these hot farm studs, it was the thought that I had let Earl down that made me most ashamed. All I wanted was to prove I was truly worthy of pleasing him.
The unimaginable abuse my backside was enduring was the complete opposite of the rapture my mouth was experiencing. Carl's dick was so hot it was nearly burning my tongue and I was loving every glorious morsel of precum that leaked out.
As these three men continued rape me, I kept picturing the look on Earl's face when he would see me again, this time eagerly submitting to his every desire.
I gobbled happily at Carl's fat cock for a long time, and at last felt some relief when the huge powertool was unscrewed fully from my ass. As the puckered lips of my ass began closing up again, I felt a blunt cockhead touching the edge of my sloppy hole. I couldn't see, but gauged that it was Ed's prick getting into position for a hard fuck.
"Ready boy? Take my fat dick," Ed growled as his hot piece broke through my ass in one unforgiving lunge. I let out a desperate scream, but Ed just laughed; he wasn't about to stop now. He grabbed my hips and began pummeling that hard pole in and out viciously. I hadn't seen his cock, but judging from the way it was making my feel, I bet it was at least 8 inches, and thick. After every few thrusts he held it deep in me while sweeping my ass from side to side, essentially stirring my hole with his cock. I spread my legs and arched my back as the sharp pain subsided, giving way to a sweet sensation that I hoped would never end. There was no doubt about it, this man knew how to fuck. Each time the swollen bulb of his cockhead struck my prostate my toes curled up and I let out a low, rumbling groan.
"Must have found your sweet spot," Ed said with a chuckle as he continued to bang it into me. "Damn, my cock looks so hot pounding your hole, boy."
Looking up at Carl it was clear that he was enjoying the sight of his dick ramming in and out of me too. Soon Carl's hands were around my head and I could tell from the frantic pace as he fucked my mouth, his plump balls bouncing off my chin, that he was almost ready to blow. I couldn't wait to taste that fresh batch of cum. Carl looked down at his submissive cocksucker saying, "You ready to swallow my load faggot?"
"Yes sir. Please sir, let me taste it," I begged.
As Carl stuck his slick cock back in, Jim released my sore ball sack so he could watch me get creamed. Jim placed his hand to my neck and kept me down on his buddy's big hunk of dick. In my cock-hungry state he didn't have to bother. I couldn't wait for the jiz to start flowing. My tongue was lapping madly around Carl's cock as he drove it through my lips and down into my throat. My rear end was still being brutalized by Ed's fucking monster but I knew I had to concentrate on Carl's hot dick now. At that moment I wanted to please him more than anything else in the world. I wanted him to dump that salty load down my throat and to watch me as I proudly sucked him dry.
Then it happened. The first shot of cum was a thick, sweet surprise. The second pulse that ran across my tongue was even more powerful and plentiful. I was torn between wanting Carl's slippery goo to slide warmly down my throat and wanting to run it over my tongue forever, savoring his rich, briny cock juice. The flavor was too much to resist and within seconds Carl's squirting dick was plunging through a mouth filled with its own cum.
"Eat it up bitch! Swallow, you fucking cocksucker!" Carl ordered through clenched teeth.
I obediently complied, slurping and sucking with all my might to get every pearly drop that his fat balls pumped out.
"Hungry little bitch. Loves that man-cream, don't you boy?" Jim purred in my ear as Carl spewed and spewed.
Just then Ed plunged forward full force and shot a steaming river of cum into me. Even as he was cumming, Ed slapped at my cheeks and sent a few more sharp, violent thrusts tearing through my hole. I could feel my distended ass muscles rippling along his pole, milking every last drop.
Carl's dick stopped spraying at last, but I continued to suck even harder, more desperately. I was so reluctant to give up on his cock, he had to pull it forcibly from my lips.
"Not bad, boy. You like the taste of my cum, don't you?" he said, wiping his forehead as I licked the sweat from his spent balls.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir. Please sir, I want some more," I answered licking the sugary, salty residue from my lips and bucking my hips back into Ed's tool. I was in ecstasy but still wondered how long I would have to wait until I had another hard dick in my mouth and another syrupy load to swallow.
"Fine piece of ass. You boys ready to try some from this end?" Ed groaned as he withdrew his thick, wet pole.
"You bet," replied Jim, who had 9 inches at full attention and ready to fuck.
Ed scooted around and offered me his slimy meat to clean. Remembering painfully how well he had just used this weapon on my defenseless hole, I was happy to oblige.
"Let's work this bitch hard and fast. I've got to empty my nuts quick," Jim announced as he shoved his big tool up my buttered hole. Although Jim's dick was not as long as the one that had just finished fucking me, it had a broad, upward curve and a thickness that stretched my ass in a deliciously unexpected way. It only took a minute for me to adjust myself to the new sensation and begin driving my hips backwards to meet his fucking. Carl sat back on his haunches to my right, watching as his two buddies crammed me full of dick. His own cock now dangled lazily, halfway to the ground.
"You see boy, this is how it works," he said over the pounding of hard man-flesh and my own muffled squeals. "You need cock. And your master is generously offering to feed you his, in both holes. You're one lucky bitch. You know that?"
Although I was busy gulping down my meaty meal and grinding my ass into that massive pole at my backside, I was listening. And with every ass-reaming, throat-filling plunge, I knew he was right. I had never felt so lucky as I did at that moment servicing these big cocks and knowing if I pleased them I would become Earl's slave.
"We all know you're a horny cocksucking pig," Carl continued. "You want to be Earl's bitch and he needs a new hole to stick it in. It's as simple as that. If you keep him happy, you'll be happy too. Now when we finish fucking the shit out of you, you're going to go back to that stall, assume the position, and wait for your master. Understand?"
"Someone's talking to you, faggot," Ed said, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
"Yes sir. I understand sir," I replied quickly, waiting for Ed to put his dick back where it belonged.
"That's right," Ed said as he slipped it down my throat again. "Now swallow this, your fucking whore."
His hard dick tensed and began erupting a long, viscous stream deep into my throat as Jim slammed his spurting cock hard into my now flaming chute. Hot, slippery cum spurted from both ends and even though I hadn't come, I didn't care. I was their slut, their cum-hole, a fucking pig to be poked and reamed raw, a horny, hungry bitch born to serve cock. The burning, blistering pain in my well-stretched ass and the slick jiz now coating my throat, face, and chest told the whole story: This bitch was broken and ready to give himself to his master without question or complaint.
These three hung studs didn't care that I was thoroughly broken--I was wet, warm, and wide open, so nothing else mattered. They continued shooting their loads up my ass and emptying their balls down my throat all morning. I quickly lost count of who fucked me, and how often, and where. Soon I could no longer distinguish which hard dick belonged to which hard man. All I saw, all I felt, all I knew, and all I wanted was cock. I became a fuck-hole: when one cocks was through using it, the hole would shut and another cock would open it up again.
By the time they were finished with me, I was a quivering, cum-drenched mass, exhausted and whimpering. Even so, I stayed on all fours---swaying and slightly dazed--hoping for one more good hard fuck.
"What are you waiting for boy?" Carl called out. "Get back to your stall and wait for your master. Move bitch."
Carl's word's roused me and suddenly all I wanted was to go back to that barn where there was another big dick waiting to fuck me, where I would feel my master inside me at long last.
I tired to stand and my legs buckled and shook. It was the first time I had been allowed up since the day before and my legs gave way under me, pitching me face-forward into the grass.
"Get up, cocksucker," I heard Ed yell as I rolled on the ground, confused and disoriented. Although I was already fucked full, I still craved more. So strong was my hunger for cock, that I began crawling toward it like a bitch in heat.
"Wait a minute fellas," Jim said rubbing his firm, rippled torso. "We can't just ride this boy hard and put him back wet. Least we can do is clean him up a bit."
Jim lifted me off the ground and threw me bodily over his shoulder like a sack of feed. With my red, stinging ass in the air and my arms hanging limply, he carried me across the yard to the back of the barn. He tossed me into an old galvanized tub used for watering livestock. The water was warm, having sat in the sun all morning while I was getting plowed. Ed and Carl came around the corner and together they began cleaning the long, sticky ropes of cum off my shaking body. Jim scrubbed my back as Carl began soaping my quivering legs. Ed sat back leisurely and lit up a smoke.
The feeling of their big, powerful hands rubbing my soapy flesh was heavenly, and when Carl poked his finger in my insatiable ass, I moaned and instinctively slid further down on it. Jim's arms held me above the water and began caressing my slick chest and hard nipples.
"This boy does have a hot hole. Don't he Jim?" Carl said with a devilish laugh. "Still tight after all that reaming."
I closed my eyes and rocked my hips in time to his flexing fingers while Jim screwed two fingers into my mouth, allowing me to run my tongue over them and to dream of sucking his big cock again.
Ed tossed his cigarette aside and knelt by the tub. Reaching out he took hold of my dick in his rough, callused hand. My ass raised out of the water to meet his firm stroking. The feeling was so intoxicating I could have died then and there and my asshole would still be twitching as they lowered me into my grave.
"You like this, faggot?" Carl asked, as his hand curled into a solid fist and began punching slowly into my well-used ass-chute.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir," I gasped.
"You'd like this everyday, wouldn't you faggot? Getting fucked and fisted by three hot studs."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir." I repeated, bucking my hips.
"What do you think about coming home with us, boy? Be our whore?" Carl asked. "Always at least one cock ready for you to sit on or suck on."
At that moment, nothing would have pleased me more. I wanted to live on their hard cocks. I wanted to be fucked over and over by these beefy studs, to devour their meaty poles and milk them dry everyday. My own dick was now straining and my ass muscles were clenching and releasing spasmodically as Carl drove his fist in further.
"You want to come home and be our bitch, boy?" Carl asked, his forearm now plunging in and out with gusto.
Before I could answer I suddenly pictured Earl, the man who had rescued me, the man who had made this rapture possible, the man I was born to serve. I knew the answer, but it was too late: I was about to cum.
"No! Noooooo!" I screamed as my cock jerked fast and exploded in Ed's hand. My cum sliced through the air, landing across my lips. "No," I cried, as water splashed violently around me and great arcs of my cum launched into the blue sky.
"I'm Earl's bitch. Stop. No." I slid back into the warm water, allowing my head to submerge. I had again cum, without my master's permission. I wanted to stay beneath the water forever so I wouldn't have to see Earl's face and that look of disappointment.
A pair of strong arms reached beneath me and firmly pulled me up. I turned my head to the side, too ashamed to be seen. Then a rough but familiar hand turned my head, and I opened my eyes. There, just inches from me was Earl's strong, kind face. In his blue eyes I registered not a look of anger or disappointment, but to my surprise, a look of pride. He smiled that sultry smile and said simply, "Good boy."