My Hitchhiking Cracker

My Hitchhiking Cracker Part 1 by Jon Hold Copyright ?2015 by the Author Jonhold@earthlink.net (Please see the end for the usual introduction)

I saw a picture today that reminded me of something that happened years ago when I was a lot younger and less crippled up. Fond memories, so I thought you might enjoy my sharing them. First though, I need to explain something. The term "Cracker" has become somewhat scatological of late. I'm using it here in its older meaning to describe a poor Southern white boy. I mean nothing disparaging by using the term. As I hope you will see, I ended up being very much in love with my country-born cracker, who was a wonderful person, perhaps because of his background. Back then, if you will remember, we didn't have to worry about death dealing varieties of VD, so please friends, play safely!

The entire thing happened because it had been a long, hard winter trying to debug and put the final polish on a major computer program, and I was fried. Tired, wiped out, kerplunkt, pooped, worn out, stressed to the max and perhaps even a bit frazzled. The boss, who was like 40 years older than me, had been the strong pillar that we younger guys (and gal) depended on to keep us from falling on our faces. Always there to goad us on or offer compassionate support as necessary. Anyhow, he pulled me aside one morning and put an envelope in my hand. He told me that since I'd just solved the last known program glitch that the others could easily finish the last few cosmetic touches without my presence.

I tried to fight him on this (I'm very obsessive-compulsive sometimes) but he took my arm and led me back to an isolated office. He closed and locked the door and, without saying a word, unfastened my pants and took me across his knee and gave me a sound spanking on my bare bottom until the tears were pouring down my face. The release of emotion was very powerful. When he was done he held me in his lap and caressed my bottom as he told me that I'd done a wonderful job and how much he appreciated my dedication and effectiveness. He also told me that I was about a half a step away from a nervous breakdown, and that he had no intentions of letting that happen. The keys to his cabin on the coast were in the envelope and he had already called my neighbor and arranged to have her water my gardens and house plants. My dog, Tac, had come to work with me as usual so that was no problem. I was told that my vacation, which I hadn't taken for over two years, would start immediately after he got done spanking me, if I thought I needed some more?

The boss had taken me to his cabin several times for the weekend when it looked like I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. The first couple of times everything was perfectly innocent. The third time we tried to escape for a weekend I started fretting as soon as we got there and finally ended up having what could best be referred to as a tizzy-fit when he refused to drive me back to work. He finally had enough and jerked my swimsuit down around my knees and grappled me down into his lap where he spanked my ass until I forgot all about arguing with him. My hidden feelings for him came out when I started begging him not to spank me any more. "Please don't spank me any more Grandpa, I'll be a good boy. I promise"

Well, to make a long story short (this wasn't supposed to be about him and me anyway), he was always "Grandpa" to me when we were in private after that and, well, we ended up caring about each other a lot.

So I told him I'd do as he told me and gave him a big kiss, sort of repentant little boy to much wiser grandfather. I got up and pulled up my pants and fastened them while he wiped my face with his big white hanky. He patted my ass and gave me a big kiss and told me to go enjoy myself and that he didn't want me back at work for at least a month, six weeks if I had any sense at all. I gave him a hug with all the love I had for him and went back and logged off the mainframe and put away the papers scattered on my desk. I called Brian over and told him that he was in charge now because Grandpa (Brian was Grandpa's other lover, and very much my little brother and I loved him scads) said I had to take a vacation. He told me that he knew all about it and very much approved of the whole idea and that I was not to worry, everything was under control.

I called Tac, who was asleep against the wall under the air conditioning vent, and told him, "Let's get the fuck out of here." Tac jumped up and ran to the door leading to the parking lot and started wagging his tail to beat the band. He was very patient with me, but lived for the times we'd sneak out and enjoy life a little bit. I quickly said good-by to everyone else and Tac and I left through the basement door. I opened the side door of my old blue-green van (I love that van, still have it, and even drive it once in a while) to let Tac in. I opened the envelope to put the keys in my pocket and found a "vacation bonus" check for $5,000 and ten, one hundred dollar bills in the envelope. Shocked, I turned around and looked up at the big picture windows in the top floor office. There stood the boss gazing benignly down at me just like the grandfather I'd always wanted, but had never known. I held up the envelope and pointed to it, but he just waved at me and turned back into the office.

I got in the van and closed the door and climbed up front. I stopped at the bank on the way out of town and deposited the check and broke down one of the hundred dollar bills. Ten minutes later Tac and I were rolling down the freeway towards the coast with Rock n' Roll blaring from the radio.

I'd stopped and bought a bunch of groceries, books and magazines and was headed up the last stretch of the old coast highway that led to the cabin. This was some truly isolated, remote country with very little to entice non-residents onto this dead-end stretch of road. I was feeling really relaxed and happy, enjoying the drive and the beautiful springtime vistas exposed at every turn in the road. I came around one bend and was headed into another when I saw a hitchhiker off the side of the road. I was only doing about 20-25 miles per hour, so I had plenty of time to look him over. A little bit scruffy, road dirty and needing a haircut, he had a small knapsack over his shoulder and looked lost and maybe a bit scared. Tac, who was sitting in "HIS" passenger seat, turned at looked at me as if to ask whether I was going to stop for this poor guy, or was I going to be an asshole? Now, you need to know that I did lots better with computers than I did with people so I relied on Tac's judgement as to who's a good person and who isn't. In his whole life, he was never wrong in his judgment of people, and I trusted him.

So I coasted to a stop. The hitchhiker walked up to the window and put his hand out for Tac to smell. He nodded to me and said, "Hi fella. You enjoying your ride in the country today."

I'm not even going to try and reproduce the thick Southern accent that came out of this guys mouth. Feel free to engage your 'Southern Filter' when you read his words. From the sounds of it, he came from WAY back up in them thar hills. What was more important was that Tac had looked him over, sniffed his hand and then offered an ear, which the guy immediately began scritching, properly. Tac had accepted him without reservation and was very much enjoying the apparently excellent scritching he was getting, so I asked the guy, "Where you headed?"

"Whatever town's next up the road, mister. I need to find a little bit of work and maybe a place to spend the night."

It looked to me like most of his nights recently had been spent under a roadside bush. His clothes looked like they'd been rinsed out, but not properly washed for some time. It looked like he'd shaved that morning, but not very closely, and he'd combed his hair, but it was greasy dirty with road grit like it hadn't been washed in some time. Looked to me like he had really tried to take care of himself, but just didn't have the proper facilities to do a good job of it.

"How long have you been walking?"

"Since dawn, today."

"Well, I don't really want to tell you this, but you should have turned inland way back down the road. This isn't really part of the coast highway here. It's only about thirty miles long, and it's a dead end."

Looking confused, he finally said, "I though it was funny that there wasn't any cars going by. Sure appreciate the information mister, and sorry I made you stop for nothing."

He started to walk back down the road, but I called him back. "I'll tell you what, I've got some groceries I've got to drop off at my place, but if you help me unload them I'll give you a ride to town."

"I don't want to put you to no bother, Mister. I kin walk it!"

"Don't be silly. First off it isn't any bother and second off, it's getting hot and it's 35 miles to town, you'll never make it before dark unless you catch a ride, which I doubt."

He thought things over and said, "Well, if you truly don't mind, I'd really appreciate it mister."

I smiled at him and said, "Get in."

He opened the passenger door and Tac moved over to let him have the passenger seat, a concession he gives to very few people. The hitchhiker climbed in and closed the door. Turning to me, he put his hand out. "Thank you for the ride, sir. My name's Clay Albert Tremain, sir."

I took his hand and shook it. That skinny appearing body of his had a lot of strength in it. "I'm glad to meet you Clay. My name's Jon, and don't worry about the ride. You'd do the same for me if you had the chance, I think."

"I'm proud to meet you, Mister Jon, Sir. You're a right proper gentleman."

I started the van up again and swung back onto the road. The breeze coming through the window blew the kids smell my way. He didn't stink or smell bad or anything like that, but he radiated a warm, heavy masculine musk that went straight to my groin and made my dick tingle. There was something about the way he moved and talked and acted that I found very enticing, but his smell went directly to the primitive part of my brain and attacked my libido directly.

I talked to the kid a bit as we drove slowly down the curvy road. I seemed pretty evident to me that the guy was not real bright, not retarded or anything, he just hadn't had much schooling and it was more like he'd never learned how to think then that he was actually stupid. Unfailingly polite, he continued to 'Sir' me, and I found that I liked it. I finally decided that I wasn't going to push him for sex but that I'd really like to see what he had hidden under those baggy clothes.

"Clay, if you don't mind, I'd like to stop right up here and take a swim before we drive up to the cabin. Would that be OK with you?"

Slow to answer, thinking over his response like he seemed to always do before finally saying something, he finally answered, "I ain't never swum in the ocean before, Sir. I seen it now, but I ain't never swum in it. I'd purely like that, Sir. But I ain't got no swimming clothes."

"And my swimming trunks are packed away," (right on top of the bag I always carried in the van, right behind my seat), "...but that doesn't matter. We can go skinny-dipping if you don't mind."

"Heck no, Sir. Shucks, we always went skinny dipping at home. Nobody never spent no money on special swimming clothes."

I could visualize him and a bunch of his buddies splashing around naked together and that pretty much topped off my hard-on. I turned onto the fire road leading down to the beach that was directly across from the road leading up the hill to the cabin. A hundred yards of rough dirt road took us right down to the beach.

I shut off the engine and set the emergency brake before opening the door to get out. Tac pushed me out of the way and jumped down onto the sand and set off down the beach to pee on some bushes and check the area out. Clay and I walked down the beach a short way to where several fingers of black volcanic rock protected the sandy swimming area I usually used. It was almost a little lagoon, so the water was warmer and less rough than the cold open ocean water. Eagerly, I stripped off my clothes and put them on one of the rock outcroppings.

Turning around, I saw Clay standing there, a slim and heavy hung flower released from its grimy wrappings, naked except for one of those cheap steel Timex watches and a bashful look. He noticed me looking at his mostly erect cock and blushed even redder. "Reckon I gotta pee pretty bad, Sir." he said.

I waved my hand as if to say, "Here's all of the great outdoors to pee in, pick your spot!" and smiled at him.

Bashfully he smiled at me and turned sideways to face one of the rocky lava flows, took hold of his heavy meat, pushed his hips forward and cut loose with a broad stream of crystal yellow urine from the wide deep slot in the end of his big cockhead. I watched him until he finally shook of the last few drops and then I said, "Come on, let's get wet!"

We'd just started for the water when Tac came by, checking on us as he investigated the beach. He looked at me and then deliberately walked over to Clay and prodded his groin with his nose. Clay spread his legs like another male dog would and let Tac check him out. Tac sniffed all around Clay's exposed groin and took one lick to get the taste set in his brain. Then he walked around Clay and sniffed his butt. Stiff legged, deliberately, Tac walked over to where Clay had pissed on the rocks. He sniffed around and then lifted his leg and marked over the top of Clays scent, staring at Clay as if defying him to react, setting the pattern of their relationship. Tac was still the alpha male and Clay and I both were tolerated beta males in his pack. He kicked some sand to seal the deal and trotted off down the beach to finish marking the rest of the world.

I waded out to the deep part of the tidal pool where the water was about waist deep and turned to watch Clay cautiously entered the water. His cock hung limp, maybe five or six inches in front of a strange shaped nut sac. It hung in a "U" shape from the side of his dick, down around the bottom and back up to the other side of his stout member. It looked like he had one big horseshoe shaped nut instead of two eggs. His body was lean and fine with the wiry sort of muscle that gives great strength and stamina without any of the muscleman bulges so often seen on beaches. The hair on his head, eyebrows, arms and legs was dark brown but his pubic hair was light brown, almost reddish. Very odd since in my experience the pubic hair was usually darker. There wasn't any excess flesh on his body, but he had enough muscle to not look skinny, just lean and hard. Another odd thing about him was that he had really deep hips, with his pelvis set real low from his hip joints. Looked to me like his pelvic girdle had been specially designed to drive that big cock of his in some deep and powerful fuck thrusts.

He finally got out to the deep part with me, smiling at the way the water surged up and down with the wave action. He ducked his head underwater and burst through the surface a few seconds later, spiting water, gasping, and sputtering. "That water tastes awful!" he finally gasped out.

I burst out laughing, unable to do anything but point at him in my hilarious reaction to his discovery. Head hanging in shame, he turned to leave the pool. Still laughing uncontrollably, I stepped forward and took hold of his shoulders from behind. "No. I'm sorry, Clay." I turned him around to face me. "I'm really sorry, Clay. I'm not laughing at YOU. I was laughing at the look on your face and your surprise." Taking one hand off his shoulder to point at the wide sweep of ocean, I said, "The whole thing, the whole ocean is salt water, Clay, every bit of it!"

Kind of doubtfully, he reached down and cupped a handful of water as I put my hand back on his shoulder. His body felt good under my hands and he didn't seem to mind the contact at all. He was just looking at the water in his hand, as if trying to figure it out. "You can taste it if you want too, Clay. Just don't drink very much of it or you'll get sick to your stomach." He lifted his hand and sniffed and then extended his tongue and carefully tasted the water.

"You're right! It's just like salt water." He looked at my face. Deep into my eyes and searched for what laid behind them. "I reckon you know just about everything, don't you, Sir!"

Laughing nervously, I hurriedly said, "Now wait a minute, Clay. I may have known something you didn't, but that doesn't mean that I know everything."

"Well, you sure know a lot more than an ignorant old country boy like me, Sir."

"Clay," I said, suddenly angry, "Are you honest?"

"Well? I reckon. I try to be anyways."

"You do an honest days work for your wages?"

"Sure! I mean, a man's gotta work hard or he ain't worth his keep, is he."

"You treat people fairly?"

"Well, I try too. Sometimes you just cain't, but I tries to treat folk right if'n I can."

"Well, that puts you way ahead of most of the people I know, Clay. So I don't ever want to hear you put yourself down for what you haven't had a chance to learn, you hear me?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to rile you none."

I shook his shoulders some and said, "Clay, I believe that you are an honest man, and I value that. Don't you ever feel ashamed of not knowing something or be afraid of asking me a question. You hear me, and hear me good on that!"

He grinned that big, easygoing, unbelievably sexy country grin of his. "Reckon you'll larup my ass good if I mess up again. Huh, Sir?"

"You think I'm going to have to take you across my knee?"

"Or out to the wood shed or whatever you want to, Sir. I'd be willing fer you ta belt my butt black and blue if you'd teach me stuff, Sir."

I reached up and cuffed the back of his head. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Clay. Come on. Let me show you my tidal pool."

I explained to him what a tidal pool was and what a special piece of ecology it was. The tide was going out, so it was easier and easier to show him the exposed plants and animals. Clay was enthralled with everything I showed him. Asking me to make him repeat the names over and over until he remembered them and pronounced them properly, hard as that was for him sometimes. I'd never heard Latin pronounced quite that way before, but was starting to love the soft sounds of his voice. Clay didn't seem to be body conscious at all. Leaning against me to get a better look at something or casually putting his arm around me in appreciation or just plain good fellowship. It didn't seem to affect him at all, but it was giving me an acute case of the horny's.

I finally looked up at the sun and realized that we'd been in the water and clambering around on the rocks for hours. "Come on, Clay. Let's go get those groceries put away or I'll never get you to town before dark."

Clay got up from where he was watching a small crab search one of the small pools for food. "Yes, Sir." he said, sort of reluctantly. I felt bad about breaking into his absorbed excitement, but I really didn't want to break my promise to him. We waded across the sandy bottom of the main pool until the water was about knee deep. I put my hand on Clay's shoulder and asked him to wait a minute. When he tried to turn to face me, I told him to just stand like he was and he simply, trustingly said, "Yes, Sir." and stood there and waited patiently. I bent down and scooped up a double handful of sand and plastered it over his shoulders and down his back. Using both hands, I gently scrubbed him with the sand, scooping up more sand and water as I needed it.

Clay simply arched his back like a cat and said, "Ummmm. That feels really good, sir. It's really hard staying clean living on the road, and that feels purely good!"

I scrubbed all the way down to the smooth reverse curves of the tops of his buttocks and then went back up and dumped a load of sand on his right shoulder and started scrubbing the bulge of the deltoid and down into the warmth of his axilla. There was something really sexy about having my hands in the thick hairiness of his armpit and my dick was standing up tall, thumping my belly. I worked all the way down his arm, even scrubbing his big, work-hardened hand and between all his fingers, which I found very sexy. I bent down and got another load of wet sand to dump on his left shoulder and worked through the armpit and down that arm as well, making sure to not scratch his watch with the sand.

I got two more handfuls of sand and, reaching under his arms from behind, plastered his chest. With my arms working back and forth in his armpits, I washed his neck and upper chest, his tiny nipples turning into rock-hard little nubbins as I scrubbed over the top of them. As I started washing his lower chest, working back to his sides and up into his armpits again, he seemed to relax all over. Accepting the pleasure I was giving him and letting me know by leaning back against me, letting his head loll back, and, since I was a little bit taller than him, his head nested in the crux between my neck and shoulder. He rested there like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, not even seeming to notice that his buttocks were pressing against and trapping my erection. He just sort of laid there and moaned low in his chest as I carefully worked the tender skin of his sides and tummy, even working my fingertips into his pubic hair.

I was starting to worry about loosing control when I decided that enough was enough. I wasn't going to take advantage of this simple kid. I took a half-step backwards and to the side and, using a simple martial arts technique, swept his feet out from under him and laid him gently into the water, controlling his head so it did not go underwater. He stiffened in surprise at first, and then laughed like a little kid when he realized what I'd done. He thrashed around in the cold water until we'd gotten all the sand off of him. I helped him up and started to lead him out of the water and back to the van to get some towels, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Hits your turn now, Mr. Jon. Don't you want me to wash you now?"

"You want to wash me down?"

"Why sure. You done me real good. Seems only fitten that I do the same for you. Don't it?"

Smiling in acquiescence, I allowed Clay to begin washing my back. Mulling over how amazed I was that this ignorant Southern boy would not only allow another naked man to touch him, but was willing, even eager, to return the favor. I finally just quit mind-fucking and let myself enjoy the touch of his workman-like hands as they carefully coursed across my back and shoulders. I was kind of amazed that when he reached my waist he didn't even slow down but continued down across my buttocks and down under the curve of my ass, even running his hands through the crack of my ass, washing me with the same unconcern that he would have washing a prize bull.

Like I'd done him, he spent considerable time washing my armpits, seeming to enjoy it as much as I had enjoyed lolling around in his hairy hollows. When he started on my chest I was reluctant to take any liberties, but he pulled me back against his chest and I automatically leaned my head backwards, ending up resting the back of my head on top of his head with his face nested into the back of my neck, his breath feeling warm and comfortable against my nape. I was surprised and stiffened up when I felt what felt like a red-hot log fitting itself against the crack of my ass. Unconcernedly, Clay just continued gently washing my upper chest. When he got down to my tits he played with them until they were hard as my dick and so sensitive that when he finally pinched them I moaned deep down in my chest, a ripple of pleasure rolled up and down my body and my buttocks parted, allowing the heated tube of his wide erection to lodge deeply within the crack of my ass. He held onto my tits with his squeezing fingertips as I shuddered all over and hunched his loins firmly against the palpably palpating palpations of my pretty bottom.

When I finally settled down, Clay continued washing me with the rough sand just as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Down my sides and across my belly, down into my pubic hair where he used his fingertips and fingernails to scrub into the hair and down into my groin. When his hands surrounded my testicles and rigid shaft I tweaked, rolling my head from side to side, moaning passionately, clutching at his manshaft with my buttocks and working my hips up and down against his narrow midsection.

"You like that?"

All I could do was moan and clamp my buttocks on his cock in response.

"You as horny as I am?"

Thrusting my hips backwards and wiggling against him, I agreed with his assessment of the situation.

Laughing, he stepped back and let me fall backwards into the shallow water, trying to keep my head out of the water, but not being noticeably successful.

Sputtering up to the surface, I was about half mad, thinking that maybe he was a prickteaser making fun of the faggot. I rolled over and grabbed hold of him and we began groping for grips on each other. Quickly our match evolved into a laughing, playfully joyous wrestling match. His speed and wiry strength matched against my greater size and weight and superior training. Slick and rolling around in the cold water, we were a fairly even match for each other with me having a slight edge, especially if I could just get a hold of his skinny little ass.

I finally managed to land a solid whop on his bare ass and he scrambled out of the water onto the beach, rubbing the red spot on his buttcheek. Laughing, with an evil grin on my face, I ponderously followed him until I had him cornered against the black volcanic rock where his dirty, baggy old clothes were laying and were he and Tac had had their pissing contest.

When I got about three or four feet away from him, he took his shaft in his right fist and pulled his short foreskin up to the head of his nine inch erection. He just stood there, head ducked and an uncertain look on his face. His dirty hair matted to his head and sticking out every which direction, a single spiral hanging across his forehead down to his heavy, masculine eyebrow making him look sexy as hell. Legs spread and hips pushed forward, he looked somehow defenseless to me. Unsure of himself and worried about my reaction, yet offering himself.

Hesitantly, softly, he asked, "Would you really be interested in sexing with me?" Just as though he didn't think himself worthy of me. "I didn't mean to push myself on you," he mumbled, obviously ashamed of himself. "It's just that you make me so horny, I thought that maybe... Well, that you might not mind... Uh...?"

"You want to have sex with Me?"

"I know I'm dirty, and stupid, but..."

I took that final step to him, grabbed his chin in my hand and lifted his face, forcing him to look into my eyes. Once I was sure I had his attention, my voice trembling with emotion, I told him, "You are ignorant to nine decimal places, you are unlearned and untutored. You are NOT stupid and if I ever hear you say that again I'll whale your ass until you can't walk. Do you understand me?"

Pulling his chin out of my hand, he dropped his head back down, releasing his softening cock and letting his hands hang, dejectedly, at his sides. "Yes, Sir. Didn't mean to rile you none, Sir. I'm sorry."

He sounded like a man trying not to cry in shame. Ashamed of himself and what he was. I put my arms around him and pulled him to my chest. He rested his head against my chest and shoulder and just stood there, letting me hold him. What the hell was going on? I'd stopped for a hitchhiker just because I was feeling good and then offered to drive him to town because I felt a little sorry for him. I'd taken him to the beach because I wanted the vicarious thrill of seeing a rednecks dick. Now here I was, holding him in my arms, trying to keep him from crying -- or to let him cry safely. Not only interested in his undoubtedly fine body, but in him as a person.

I felt his hand cautiously come up between my legs and he gently fondled my testicles. He turned his head so that instead of looking out across the ocean, he was nuzzling into my neck. I could feel his cock pushing against my leg as it erected again. His other hand lightly stroked up and down my shaft. "I could take care of this for you. That is, if you don't mind, Sir." He timidly asked.

I sighed and kissed the top of his head, and just held him, at a loss for what to say or do.

He stiffened a little. "I mean, I could suck it for you. Or you could fuck my butt if you wanted to. I'd like to do that for ya, then I could just go ahead and walk back to town, Sir. I'm used to walking, won't hurt me none."

I squeezed him to me and the logical part of my brain said 'Fuck it' and threw it's little bitty hands up in the air. My heart took over and I lifted Clay's head to face me again.

"One nut ain't gonna get it, Clay. I'm going to need a lot more than that!"

I lowered my head and my dry lips brushed against his. His hands went under my arms and up across my back as he raised up on his toes and our lips parted, tongues tentatively reaching out to touch, tip to tip in gentle inquiry, "May I?"

"Yes."

"You first."

"No, please, you first."

"Together?"

"Yes!"

"Your mouth is warm."

"You taste good."

"I like swapping spit with you."

"I want to suck you like this."

"And I'm going to suck you like this. And swallow you like this."

"You like this kind of fucking?"

"Yeah! OH YEAH! You like this?"

"YES!"

"Mummmmmmmmmm..."

My elbows clamped to his shoulders, my hands laced into his hair and even the gritty greasiness was sensual. I pulled his head back and stared into his limpid eyes, his lust swollen lips still parted and reaching for mine.

"I want to have sex with you." I moaned.

Pulling his hair so that it must have hurt, he ducked his head again. "I've got a problem you should know about."

'Oh, SHIT!' I thought. 'Here it comes.' I pulled his head back up to face me. "What!"

Trying unsuccessfully to duck his head again, tears filling his eyes, broken voiced, he explained, "I've got a problem. Once I get started, sometimes I just can't stop. That's why I had to leave home. I fucked my sister all night long and she was too sore to take care of Billy Bob Carter after he married her the next day. My daddy said I had to take off until Billy Bob cooled off, cuz he was going to kill me for making her sore like that."

Jeeze! This cracker fucked his own sister the night before her wedding. Humped her so hard and long that she couldn't put out to her new husband. There's something about that you've just got to respect!

"How old was your sister?" I asked.

"She were 14."

"Fourteen? You popped her cherry the night before her wedding!?"

"Heck no. My daddy popped her when she was eleven. Shucks, she was already four-five months pregnant by time Billy Bob married her."

"Billy Bob got her pregnant before they got married."

"Don't think so. We figured it was either my daddy or me, cuz we was the ones fucking her mostly about the right time. Might have been Billy Bob. He got in there a few times too. Or it might have been my baby brother Joey. We figure he gave her the first baby even if he was only eleven cuz that baby had buck teeth and a cowlick just like his, and he sure did like fucking her."

Holding him tightly, I kissed his lips again, his tongue trying to extend the kiss as I pulled back. "Some day you're going to have to tell me all about your family. Did you guys have sex between men?"

"Why sure. We took care of each other all the time. My daddy's older brother taught me all about that when I were seven or eight year old. He really liked fucking me more than anything. He used to have me over to his house all the time so he could fuck my butt while I was on top of his wife. He really liked that."

"A LONG talk. But I've got a problem too, Clay."

"Kin I help?"

"Yeah. You see, I've got this thing. When I have sex with a man the first time, it can only be one way. I've got to suck the guy off until he comes in my mouth."

Clay got a big grin on his face as he watched me slide down his front to kneel before his proud erection. I pulled back and his heavy shaft leveled itself at my face, a clear, shiny pearl of precum glinting from the deeply indented slot of his cockhead. Carefully, slowly my tongue reached out and just the tip lapped away the pearlescent drop. His flavor immediately filled my mouth and made me want more. I looked up from his single eye to the brown eyes watching me from above. Shaking with lust, I asked, "May I?"

"I'd be right proud to have you go down on me, Mr. Jon. I got a big load want'n to fill your mouth something fierce."

I opened my mouth wide and took a deep breath. Leaning forward, I surrounded Clay's cockhead without touching him at all. Slowly, I exhaled my warm, moist breath across the head of Clay's swollen tubesteak until it was twitching and thumping around in my mouth. Softly, as gently as possible I closed my lips behind his corona and slowly let the warm, wet tissues inside my mouth wrap themselves around him.

Jerkily, fighting with himself for self-control, Clay reached forward to grab my head, and then forced his arms back until they jerked forward again and, fingers clawed in urgency and gasps of pleasure bursting from his mouth, he forced his arms back again, and again.

At first slowly, and then quicker and quicker, I flicked my tongue here and there all over the broad helmet that was swelling even larger inside my mouth. Clay started trembling all over and I suddenly froze, stopping all motion.

Gasping for air, Clay was wild eyed as his hips, out of control, snap-fucked at my face but I rolled with each motion. Refusing to allow him any motion within my mouth. He finally locked his fingers behind his neck and regained control. I watched him, and then, with an evil look in my eyes, sucked deep and hard on his cockhead, plastering my wide tongue to the pebbled surface and rubbed all over him with both the slick bottom and rough top of my oral digit. Clay went up on his toes and thrust his hips as far forward as he could. As soon as he did that I opened my mouth wide and started exhaling across the stretched skin of his now pulsing cockhead.

"Please," he begged, his hands coming back down but not touching me. "Please, Sir. I can't take any more. Please suck me, Sir. My thing so hard it's hurtin' me, Sir. Please suck it, Sir. Please. I'll do anything for you, Sir, if you'll just suck me now. Please!"

Locking his eyes with mine, I slowly filled my lungs to their maximum capacity, drawing the cold air across his wet cockhead in the process. At the instant my lungs reached their full capacity, leaving my mouth wide open, I leaned forward until I could lock my lips firmly around the hairy base of his engorged organ, his cockhead touching nothing until it reached the back of my throat and pushed the tissues apart to glide down the constricting tube of my throat and esophagus.

Clay screamed in a high-pitched wail and went rigid like he'd been electrocuted. "SHIT! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Ain't nobody never taken me all the way like that there. Nobody. Never. You taken the whole thing to my root. Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh Jeeze!" Clutching and clawing at the air, he was finding it almost impossible to keep his hands from grabbing me.

Still keeping his eyes locked to mine, and mine to his, I took a deep suction and slowly, evenly slurped my way back up his shaft until just the tip of his cockhead was pressed against the outside of my lips. Exhaling through my nose across his exposed bulb and then deeply inhaling again, I slid suddenly forward until he was totally engulfed inside me once again, and back, and forward and back and deeply onto him, sucking hard.

Clays hands were clenched to his thighs, nails biting into his pressure whitened flesh as he attempted to control himself. Holding myself to the base of his thrusting manhood, still watching his pain-filled eyes, I reached up and placed my hands on his corded forearms, I smiled at him from around his totally embedded cock and ran my hands down his arms to his big hands and guided them to my head. Looking at him I released my control, let my hands drop to my sides, lowered my eyes and relaxed, letting my forehead rest against his lower belly, his brawny cock lodged in my throat.

He just stood there, frozen until it finally dawned on him. I'd shown him what I could do, what I was capable of and now it was his turn to show me what he could accomplish with that big cock and lean body of his.

He pulled backwards on his jutting hips and moved my head back until only the head of his cock was in my mouth. Carefully, he pulled back even more until the seeping slot of his cockhead was just barely touching my lust swollen lips. He tilted my head back until I had to look up into his dark brown eyes. His lazy, shy, almost retarded look was enlivened by his sexual interest. His eyes glinted with vivid life, searching my eyes and face for the truth. Had I actually given over control to him, or was I just playing with him. I saw his eyes harden as he decided to test me.

Slowly, watching me for any signs of resistance or reluctance, he pushed back through my lips. I remained passive, letting him be absolutely in control of whatever happened. My lips bulged back to cover my teeth as the blunt nose and then the wide corona pushed through the opening and spread my jaws apart. Questing into my mouth, he moved his hips and twisted my head so that he could explore the entire inside of my mouth with the swollen glans of his bloated cock. He contracted his loins several times and I could feel him squirting streams of his viscid precum into my mouth to lubricate me --- and mark his territory. I'd never known anyone with that sort of control over their bodies. Nor had I ever known anyone who could produce the exorbitant quantities of slithery sex slime he was spraycoating all over the inside of my mouth.

Somehow, one of my teeth nicked the sensitive head of his cock. His big hand came forward and slapped my face, gently, but firmly. Warning me to be more careful. Looking directly into his eyes, I took the head of his cock between my teeth and firmly bit down. His hand slapped my face again, even more solidly than before and he wagged his finger 'No' in my face. Unrepentant, I bit down even more firmly and glared into his eyes. With a wolfish grin on his face he took the shaft of his ramrod in his fist and pulled his head from between my teeth and set it against the back of my mouth and pushed into my glottis until I started gagging. Deliberately, he released his shaft and pulled his hand back. His hand swung down and slapped me hard enough to rattle my teeth against his cockshaft and bring tears to my eyes.

I blinked my eyes to clear my vision and reached up to hold onto his slick-haired and tight muscled thighs. Blinking my eyes again, I nodded to him. His hand reared up and popped me across the face so hard his gagging cockhead uncorked from my glottis. I struggled to put the rigid stopper back in place as his palm landed on my face again. I quickly got it back into place and heard that soft, Southern drawl of his.

"Ya'll like it this way, don't cha?"

I blinked my eyes and realized that he was right. This was what I wanted. I'd been in charge, running hard for so long that it really felt good, not only to have sex, but to let someone else be in charge, to tell me what to do and to make me do it right. I relaxed. Let go and let him be in charge. I nodded to him in acquiescence and that exciting wolfish grin spread across his face again.

"Wallll," he drawled out, "I'm gonna give ya a good throat fucking then, cuz that's what yer needin' right now. But you pay attention and take care of me good, or I'm gonna have to whup your butt good before I fuck yore ass. You hear me, boy?"

This ignorant, backwoods hick was calling ME 'boy'? Yeah! And that's what I was right then. His 'boy'. To fuck or use any way he wanted. My rule about sucking a guy off before letting anything else happen, sexually at least, was just so much bullshit. If this male animal wanted to fuck my ass or pee in my face, I'd be in position as soon as he told me what to do. I knew it, and he knew it. He was showing me respect by fucking my throat first, by giving me what I most desired. Proving to both of us what a stud he was and how much in charge he was by not having to play some stupid one-upsmanship game with me like any of the "more civilized" people I knew would have had to do to prove their control and power over me. First pushing my hair out of my eyes, he took hold of my head again and slowly, firmly, solidly forced me to open up in front of him as he eased his hips forward, testing my depths for himself as though he didn't truly believe that I could take his length completely down my throat.

Constricting my throat as tightly as I could, I increased the sensations of penetration as much as possible for him without actually moving. He smiled in appreciation as he continued to steadily advance into my slick gullet. He took is own sweet time, but even his lengthy cock finally ran out of extra inches and the frizzly mat of hair that surrounded the base of his throat stretcher grounded on my lips and face as his tight ballsack pushed against my chin and then his lower belly flattened my nose.

"Yeah! That's fucking awesome boy! You takin' my whole thing down inside you like that. Feels so damn good!"

"TAKE IT COCKSUCKER!" he demanded and ground his groin into my face as hard as he could, pulling on my head and pushing with his loins with all the force at his command. Humping at my face, grinding his crotch and wiggling back and forth and up and down to seat himself to the penultimate depth of my unresisting throat. Moaning with the pleasure of his attack I assisted his deep probe in every way I could. Pulling his thighs, grabbing his hard muscled butt and pulling him into my face. Sucking as hard as possible. Dropping my belly and tightening my diaphragm to suck at him from below. The two of us went wild with our mutual attempts to sequester him as deeply inside of me as possible, and maybe just a tiny bit more. Finally we managed to lodge him at our ultimate penetration.

"Yeah!" he bellowed from deep in his chest. "I got me the best cocksucker ever hanging on my dick. You're gonna get fucked fer sure, boy!"

I don't think I can even begin to describe the next half hour or forty-five minutes except to say that he proved that he was, in fact, a Master Cocksman. He fucked me so good that most of the time I didn't even know what was going on because he had me so involved in the immediate here and now of how his cockhead was stimulating me at that moment or how his hard, smooth loins were pounding against my face.

Right in the middle of a fabulous series of deep throat, long-dicking thrusts he stopped with his cock buried deep in my abused channel.

"You want it in your belly, or you want it in your mouth?"

I moved my swollen and bruised lips around the base of his cock.

"In your mouth?"

I nodded.

"Well, you better get ready to do some swallerin' then cuz I ain't cum in near on three weeks n' you're gonna get a hell of a load of my juice."

Holding my head still and using only his hip motion he started long cocking me, gasping and grunting for air. Cussing and praising how good I sucked. He lowered my head and bent his knees until he had a straight shot down my throat and started face fucking me hard and fast, pounding my face and howling out loud how good it felt to fuck me hard. Any consideration of the beating my face was taking had long since passed. Releasing my head and grabbing desperately at my face and lips like he was afraid he'd lose my mouth, he pulled his hips back until only his cockhead was in my mouth and shot a long, almost solid stream of clotted cum that filled my mouth and bulged my cheeks out. He was right! He shot a HUGE load!.

I was just starting to really taste his load when his cock convulsed and the second stream erupted from the long, indented slit in his meatus. He clamped my lips with his hand so nothing could escape that way and my cheeks swelled, filled and stretched to their maximum and the pressure of his stream forced gouts of the lumpy slime into my throat, gagging me. I coughed and his cum spurted out of my nose and I snorted the burning fluid from both nostrils until he clamped them shut. I finally managed to swallow just as his cock surged and the third piss stream of cum, every bit as plenitudinous as the first two foamed into my mouth. Suffocating, sucking and desperately swallowing, I managed to cope with the fourth and fifth streams that reenacted the length and volume of the first eruptions. After the fifth blast he went into a whole series of shorter ejaculations, even burying his cock deep in my throat for several of them. He released my nostrils and I snorted to clear my nose and suck in a bit of air as I went frantic on his cockhead, trying to stimulate him to shoot every possible drop of his thick and delicious sperm juice into me.

Gleefully he kept ejaculating wad after wad of his load into me until he was up on his toes, muscles rigid and trembling all over as HE gasped for air. Finally, he dropped to his heels and slumped over on top of me, his hands supporting him on my back and his still firm cock laying in my mouth, drooling the last of his load onto my taste buds. I let his cockhead fill my mouth, enjoying his taste as I breathed in enough air to replace my losses during his awesome orgasm. He panted and trembled over me as I recovered and his drooling finally slowed to a stop with my mouth and lips gently caressing their master, the cock they adored --- and worshiped.

Finally, he pushed against my back lifting himself upright again. Taking hold of my head between his rough palms, he looked down at me with eyes that were glazed looking. Slurring his soft Southern words like he was drunk, he said, "Now yer going to find out what I'm famous for," and he pushed his cock back down my throat.

He doubled the time of his first fuck, working slow and then fast, mixing deep and shallow, straight and swirling, and corkscrewing and jabbing and fucking me so good I just never wanted him to stop even when, over an hour later, he shot three more of his long loads and a whole new series of what would be normal shots for any other man into my sucking, craving, servile mouth.

Hunched over my back again, randomly squirting, twitching and drooling into my still nursing mouth, he talked to me as he stroked and caressed my body.. "Yeah. You like eating that hot juice of mine. Sucking my big shank and gettin' fucked any way I wanna. Yore a fine mouth fuck too, Mr. Jon. Ain't never had none better." His hands had reached my butt and were groping, squeezing and feeling them all over. One of his long fingers tapped at my anus until I pushed back and opened up, exposing the moist inner tissues to his probing finger. Using nothing but my own natural lubrication, he corkscrewed his digit into me, getting a good feel of my fuckchannel and fingerfucking me to palpating readiness. "Yeah. Good ass. An' ya wanna get it fucked real good, don't cha!" I nodded 'Yes' and he pushed his finger all the way inside me and gave me a good finger fucking.

Asshole sucking at his rapidly fucking finger, I pushed my butt back, presenting myself for fucking like a mare in heat, and I'd found the stallion I wanted to service me. "Come on." he said. "I wanna take ya out of this sand and get your groceries put away so I can fuck you good before I leave. I gotta have me some of that fine ass, Mr. Jon. I just gotta fuck you!"

Keeping his finger drilled deep inside of me, Clay pushed me over backwards until I landed on my back in the sand. Pushing my knees apart he pounced on my erection, swallowing it to the root in one fell swoop, jamming his fuckfinger deep inside of me at the same time. I dug my shoulders and the back of my head and heels into the sand and arched up to fuck back at him in counterattack. His finger jammed against the bottom of my prostate and I howled in an agony of pleasure as my cock swelled up so large that I thought the skin was going to rip.

I was still trembling under the ministrations of Clay's mouth and finger and the free hand that had joined in to give my balls a good working over when I felt Clay freeze and then something cold on my cock. Startled, I opened my eyes into the lowering sun and saw the shadowed outline of Tac. He'd heard me and his long hair was standing up in aggressive anxiety as he checked out what was happening. I tried to reach up and touch him or to talk to him but Clay's finger was still jammed into my prostate and I was pretty much paralyzed in my spread-eagle position. Tac checked my face and I managed to lick his nose to let him know I was OK. He licked my face in acknowledgment and went back to investigating what Clay was doing to me.

I felt Tac nosing around in my groin then licking the base of my cock and then all over Clay's face. He nosed my leg and Clay's face apart so he could check what was going on down there and I felt his tongue licking around Clay's deeply imbedded finger. Tac realized that two of his beta males were fucking and got real aggressive, licking Clay's ears and then the back of his neck and then sticking his nose under Clay's belly to check the state of his cock and balls. Clay held still and let Tac dominate him even when Tac got behind him and started licking his asshole like he was a bitch in heat. I could feel Clay growling deep in his throat and realized that he was loving the feeling of Tac working on his asshole. I grinned at Clay as I saw Tac loom up over his back. Clay moaned and shifted the position of his ass as Tac jammed the sharp, stiff bone of his slick red cock into his ass. Tac got that stupid look on his face that he always got when he was breeding some bitch. His tongue flicking in and out and his eyes focused a million miles off as he humped Clay's ass with a vengeance. If Clay was going to fuck me, by God, Tac was going to give him a good fucking as well!

I started to laugh when I saw the look on Clay's face. He looked just like Tac. His eyes de-focused and concentrating on the fucking that was going on. My quiet laughter seemed to bring him back from wherever Tac's dog bone had sent him and he went wild. Sucking madly on my dick and raping my asshole with his thick knuckled finger and working his ass against the hard fucking dog cock.

I couldn't take it. The friction on my fuck channel, the heavy suction on my fuckrod, the sound and feel of Clay going wild as he sucked and fingerfucked me as he got rapid stroked by Tac's dogdick, it was all too much and I screamed in a high-pitched wail as I exploded into Clay's greedy maw. Arched into a adamantine catenary, my entire body pulsed surge after surge of pent up ball juice into my rednecked, hitchhiking cracker until the world just sort of faded and then blacked out.

Finally regaining my sensibility, I became aware that I was lying, stunned, on my back in the sand. Clay was crouched on all fours over the top of me, a self-absorbed grin on his face. A stream of my cum was viscidly drooling from his parted lips and his eyes were unfocused and glazed over as he concentrated on what was happening inside him. Tac was done fucking him and had slid off Clay's back. The big knot at the base of Tac's dogcock had him hooked up to Clay like he was a bitch. The throbbing of the big red and blue dogdick as Tac pumped him full of thin dog sperm kept his ass squeezing and clenching at the imbedded animal bone. Grinning with evil delight, I spun around on my butt in the sand and ducked underneath Clay. Scooting back until my head was between his legs, I looked up and saw the big dogcock disappearing into his ass and Tac's balls squished off to the side as throb after throb pumped dog juice into Clay. I'd seen Tac's dog dick before, and it was awesome. The docking bulb at the base was huge, and must feel awesome up inside of the hitchhikers gut. Opening wide, I reached up and let Clay's heavy nuts, now swinging free in their orgasm relaxed sack, drop into my mouth, one after the other. The look of one huge horseshoe shaped nut had been caused by the two big ovoids being bunched up in all the skin of the now long dangling sack.

Wiping the sand off my hands against my chest, I took a light double-handed grip on Clay's heavy fleshrod as I gently closed my lips as high up the hairy nutsack as possible. Tentatively, I ran my fingertips all over Clay's hot fleshtube, testing and exploring until all my fingers were wet from the drool oozing out of his urethral opening. His whole butt and crotch had the astringent smell of dog dick and canine sperm. The smell excited me, I wanted to fuck this ass too! Lightly, I ran my fingers backwards until my two stacked fists surrounded the massive organ hanging heavily from Clay's groin, from its base to within several inches of the fat mushroomed cap. Without any sort of warning, I suddenly clamped my lips shut and sucked as hard as I could on the enclosed maneggs. At the same moment I started pounding his pud as hard and fast as I could. Stretching the skin out from his pubes until his fat cockhead was skin and fist covered and immediately reversing to slam back into his crotch as fast and hard as I could. Clay went from bemused to sexcrazed beast in that first stroke. Hunching his hips as fast as Tac had screwed him, Clay dropped his mouth to cover and worry at my limp cock as he violently reacted to my sexual attack and the hot cock that was still working his ass over.

Tac had to take a step backwards to keep from having his cock torn off by Clay's violent motion. I reached up and found Clay's tiny titties and started pinching and twisting them as hard as I could. Clay reacted by hunching forward hard, locking Tac's cock into place as he sprayed stream after stream of hot sperm all over my belly and groin. I tried to jerk my cock and balls out of Clay's mouth as I started to uncontrollably piss all over the place but he locked his lips around my micturating manmeat and sucked up every drop of urine in my bladder.

When we both finally went limp, Tac finally managed to pull his still swollen cock out of Clay's dog fucked and cum drooling ass and laid down to lick his well-pleasured cock back into its sheath. Clay and I helped each other stagger to our feet and walk shakily back into the big tidal pool to rinse the sand and sperm off of our bodies. Sexually, for the moment at least, sated.

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