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SHENANDOAH RIVER BOYS Chapter 2
by Bill Moretini
Matty's mind was on overload as he trekked from the Shenandoah river back to his humble home, nestled among pines and deciduous forest. It had been a day of awakening for the sixteen year old. He had been coerced into getting his cock sucked for the first time, and even coerced into sucking Ernie's big cock and swallowing a mouthful of his spunk.
He expects me to come back tomorrow and take it to another level, thought Matty. I'm not sure that I want to do that. Anyway, I never promised. But I do wonder what it would be like to fuck his pretty butt or to get my own butt fucked. It's just got to hurt some. I told him I'd think about it. Maybe I will.
Matty quickened his pace so that the big bass on the stringer wouldn't spoil in the heat. But he couldn't stop thinking about how great it felt when he shot his wad in Ernie's mouth and how Ernie gobbled his dick down to his pubes like it was sirloin steak and his cum was caviar.
"Nice catch, young'n," said Elmer Westland, Matty's father. "Did you have fun fishing?"
"Uh...yeah, dad, lots of fun...fishing," Matty said, barely arresting an embarrassment blush. "Can we have taters with that? And a garden salad?"
"Sure, son. Now you go scale and gut the fish and put in in the frig, and then wash the fish off your hands."
Matty prepared the fish, and then went to the pitcher pump in the kitchen and pumped cistern water into the wash basin. As he washed his hands he thought more about what he had done that day with Ernie. He didn't see what all the negative fuss was about when two guys got their rocks off with each other. It felt good, and no one was hurt. When he thought more about it, he wondered why people said that a guy jacking off was called self abuse, even sinful by bible standards. Nowadays, Matty didn't put much stock in the bible. It was his mother, Wilma, who pushed that idea when she was alive. Elmer didn't like it.
Elmer had become a good cook since his wife died, and the meal was ample proof of it. After they ate, he and Matty sat on the front porch swing and occasionally talked while watching the nearly full moon amble up it's path to the heavens.
"Is that the only bite you got today, Matty?"
"A few nibbles, but nothing more. Guess it's cause of the heat. I just laid in the sun, mostly. Well, I think I'll hit the sack. Night dad."
Matty tried to fall asleep, but remembering the feelings he got when he and Ernie exchanged blowjobs gave him a boner that wouldn't go away. He beat off enough juice to suck his nuts dry, then he fell asleep.
"Today's Sunday," Elmer said. "You'll help me in the field Monday, so you'd better get your fun in today, Matty. Maybe you'll have as good a luck fishing as yesterday."
"I think I'll fish in a new place, farther downstream."
Indeed, Matty didn't want to go back to the pool at the bottom of the waterfalls to fish. He wanted more time to think about he and Ernie's debauchery there, and what Ernie had in mind the next time they had sex. Anal sex didn't sound so good to Matty. So at nine-thirty, he took a different deer path that lead to a watering hole farther down stream from the falls. He'd heard the fishing was very good there too.
Matty dressed as sparsely as yesterday, but added a straw hat, frazzled around the brim, to ward off the rays of the summer sun. His crotch was becoming gaulded from sweat on his balls and groin. Dust stirred up from the dry dirt path was settling in the sweat between his toes. He saw sunbeams dancing on water and knew he was nearly at the big, calm pool in the Shenandoah river.
As yesterday, Matty stopped abruptly when he heard loud, masculine expletives.
Not again, he thought. There are plenty of other places to swim.
He crept slowly and low toward a large honeysuckle bush beside the path and crouched behind it. There, a mere twelve feet down the river bank and ten feet from the water were two naked young men. They looked tangled together as if wrestling. Matty put down his fishing gear. He now knew that it wasn't wresting they were doing. The one who looked somewhat familiar was ramming his hard cock into another guy's ass, who looked to be about fifteen, and really adorable. The fuckee's ankles rested on the shoulders of the fucker, and he was beating his meat while getting his ass banged hard.
"Oh yeah, Frank, fuck me hard!"
"You got it, Duke, you fucking dick hound! Take that!"
"Oh! Do it, man! Feels so good!"
"Tighten up that man hole, Duke. Clamp down on my cock real nice like!"
Matty felt his cock push against his overalls and realized that it had swollen to nearly hard. He parted twigs on the honeysuckle to see through better, and inched a bit closer. Suddenly, a rock beneath his foot came dislodged, and Matty went tumbling down the bank. He landed flat out on his back less that two feet from the two young men.
"Well, look what do we have here, Duke. A fucking voyeur!"
Frank quickly pulled out of Duke, making a sucking sound, and raised to his feet, towering over Matty. Duke scrambled to his feet and looked mad as hell down at Matty. Matty was in a state of shock. He struggled to his hands and knees.
"Right position," said Frank. "Stay right were you are, Matty. We'll remove you goddamn overalls and fuck your ass till it`s raw. Right Duke?"
"Yeah, we can take turns screw'n his dumb ass. I'll unfasten his bibs and you pull them off."
"Don't you dare! You leave my overalls alone! Stop it!
"Look..., he's not wearing underwear! Makes things easier for us," said Frank.
Further shock zinged through Matty as the significance of the words hit home. He quickly tried to get up, but Franks large hand to his back shoved him down again.
He knew the voice, but couldn't quite connect it to a name. He turned sharply and looked up, then he knew. He recognized the long uncircumcised cock from the school showers after a basket ball game between the Sophomores and Juniors. The ugly, highly veined dick of incredible girth was saluting him just inches from his nose. It was slick from spit and Dukes natural gut lube.
"Make him eat it, Frank."
"Yeah. Eat my fat dick. Suck it all the way down, fucker. Lick it clean. I've seen you eyeing it in the school showers. Well now's your chance, scum bag...eat!"
"No! Especially not after you had it in his filthy asshole! Who is he?"
"He's my cuzz from out of town. Shut the talking crap and suck me and Duke off."
"What if I say no?"
"We won't use any spit when we fuck your sweet ass. To hell with the blowjob..., I'm gonna fuck you right now."
"No! Please, Frank! I ain't never been fucked before," pleaded Matty.
"You must be nice and tight. Yours cock's smaller, Duke, so you fuck him first while he sucks my joy stick."
"Wait, guys, please! I'll, uh..., I'll suck you both off, but I know I can't take Frank's huge cock up my virgin ass."
"The fucker is a virgin! I'm tired of his whining, Frank. I'm going to shove my filthy underwear in his mouth to shut him up. I don't need a blowjob as much a piece of tight little sphincter making love to my eight inch dick. I'm so goddamn horny, I can almost shoot just thinking about it."
"No! Please, Duke! I don't want a gag in my..."
Frank bent down and grabbed Matty's wrists while Duke pried his jaws open and rammed the ripe Jockey underwear in.
"Are you gonna behave or do we have to tie your hands and ankles?" Frank gruffly asked Matty.
Matty grunted something unintelligible, but it didn't matter what he meant anyway. Duke straddled Matty's hips and bent his knees to align his pre-cum dripping cock with Matty's man hole. Matty tightened up, and received a smart slap on his firm butt-cheek.
"Open up and let me in, fag!" yelled Duke.
Matty violently shook his head `no' and grunted to complain, but to no avail. It got him a stinging slap on the other butt-cheek. He resigned to the fact that they held all the cards, and that he might as well relax as best he could and take whatever was coming like a man.
Warm spit splattered in Matty's crack, just above his vulnerable asshole, and Duke spread it around with is middle finger. Then he gently eased his finger on in, little by little. Matty tired not to grunt, but couldn't help it. That was rewarded with a quick finger jab all the way past his prostate. Matty's eyes bugged when he felt the strange sensation of his prostate being engaged. Even though the new sensation felt kind of good, he tightened down as hard as he could. He didn't know what to think of that.
"His fuck hole really is tight, Frank."
"Good! Don't tell me, just climb on and get your rocks off so I can have my turn!"
"Don't be so fucking greedy, Frank. I might want to fuck him twenty or so minutes."
"Better not, Duke! I ain't wait'n that long," Frank said angrily.
"Well I'm gonna whether you fuck'n like it or not!"
Frank, a natural born bully, weighed everything carefully.
"Humm. Got a solution. I'll fuck your goddamn wise ass while you fuck him until you shoot your wad. And then I get my turn banging his ass."
"Great idea, Frank. Okay, little virgin ass, here I come," said Duke. "Open sesame or I'll open you up with a slam dunk. Push out and it won't hurt so much."
Nervous sweat beaded on every inch of Matty's body. He pushed out like Duke said, and his pink anus unfolded like a flower in spring. He flinched slightly when the head of Duke's long, skinny cock touched the soft anal flesh. He squinted as the bulbous mushroom dick head forced through the anal muscles.
"Relax, dummy," said Duke. "It'll soon feel really good. I do it all the time, and I love it."
Matty grunted loudly when he felt a bit of pain as the big knob squeezed though his tight sphincter. He tried to pull away from it, but Duke had a good grip on his hips and yanked him back. At first, Duke oscillated gently as his short thrusts went a little deeper each time. Matty wondered how much more cock was yet to enter. Gently deeper. Increasing speed. Harder thrusts. Matty wondered why it was feeling strangely better, and why it was making his own cock harder than it had ever been.
"Lube My ass and climb on, Frank," said Duke.
"Alright, fuck buddy. Stop fucking him till I'm in you all the way."
Soon, on the bank of the Shenandoah River, the three young men were going at it hot and fast. Duke was getting it front and back, and was the most vocal with his grunts and groans. Even Matty was loving it and begging Duke to fuck him harder.
Duke's hands had a firm grip on Matty's shoulders as he fucked Matty doggie style. Dukes expletives of intense pleasure grew increasingly louder as he neared climax. He started shouting out commands.
"Tighten that hot ass, Matty! Fuck me harder, Frank. Oh fuck yeah! I'm shooting! Oh yes! Ooooh...FUCK...YES!
Matty felt the twitching of the hard dick head in his gut as it pumped spurt after spurt of Duke's semen into his gut. Matty wondered if it would ever stop. Then Frank started groaning loudly. His heavy thrusts into Duke's butt sent Duke's cock deeper into Matty.
Frank quickly pulled out of Duke. He hurried around them and flashed his cock, dripping with pre-cum and Duke's ass juices, right in Matty's face. He grabbed a piece of Duke's underwear and yanked it out of Matty's mouth. Matty gasped for air.
"Suck it, bitch! I'm gonna fill your mouth with two days worth of my thick cum. You're gonna like that, virgin bitch!"
"I ain't no bit...!"
Frank's big ugly cock invaded Matty's mouth before he could complete his complaint. Frank grabbed a fistful of Matty's hair so that he couldn't back off of the huge dick. Tears were streaming from Matty's eyes as the big dick-head entered his throat. Frank held it there while he began to groan and buck. Duke reminded Matty that he was still there with a quick withdraw followed by a butt-slapping thrust that buried his dick in Matty's rump. Matty was getting tired of being on his hands and knees, but there was no recourse.
"Gonna swallow daddy's hot cum?" said Frank. "Get ready, baby, here it comes!"
At that moment, Duke pulled out of Matty and quickly got on his hands and knees beside Matty. He reached under and began quickly stroking his cock. Matty groaned loudly as his nuts began to draw up tight. A climax was eminent.
Frank's cum was filling Matty's mouth to capacity, and sending him over the edge. Duke flipped onto his back on the ground beneath Matty with his mouth aligned with Matty's pulsing dick head. He raised his head and took it in his mouth just as Matty began to blow his wad. Eroticism flushed through Matty as his mouth was filling with the sweet cum of Frank, and his nuts were emptying into Duke's sucking mouth.
All three collapsed side by side on their backs on the cool river bank. Matty watched a red tail hawk circling overhead. He was too worn out to want to talk. Anyway, he was in no mood to talk to the two who had, to some extent, forced sex upon him. It was Duke who broke the silence.
"That virgin ass of yours sure was hot, Matty," he said.
"Fuck off. I'm getting out of here. I intended to fish here, not get screwed," Matty said.
"Didn't like it?" asked Duke.
"I didn't say that. It was okay after I got used to it. But to force yourselves on me sexually was rape."
"You could have gotten up if you really wanted to," said Frank.
"That's right. But you didn't, Matty," said Duke. "I think you really liked it."
"No comment," said Matty, although he really did like it a lot. He just didn't want them to know it.
Matty walked a bit funny as he made his way home. His ass hole was a little sore. He tried to walk normally when he entered the house.
Elmer was sitting in the living room, rocking away and smoking his pipe when Matty walked in after getting a pop from the frig.
"Hi, son. Any fish this time?"
"Weren't biting at all, dad. Too hot I guess. I'm going to my room to rest a while."
Matty stripped off completely and laid on his back in bed. He was getting a slight cross-breeze as air wafted in one window and out another, yet it was still very warm and humid. He thought about what had happened to him in just the last two days. Prior to Saturday, he had never experience sex with a male of any age. He could no longer say that. He had been coerced, although gently, by Ernie into having oral sex. He had been practically, but not quite raped anally by Frank and Duke.
As he lie there recalling it all, his cock began to engorge. He softly brushed it with his fingers as he reminisced. It took nearly an hour for Matty to realize that these had been the two most exciting days of his whole life, and that he really enjoyed them a lot. Meanwhile, he had stroked his cock to a near climax. He badly wanted action, but not that way. He had learned what gay sex was like, and he wanted more. He decided to save himself for the following weekend. But he knew that wouldn't be at all easy.
Nine O'clock Saturday. Matty was whistling as he slapped the weeds and undergrowth to scare snakes away. Again, he held his fishing pole in his other hand. This time he left his straw hat behind. He was on two missions. One was to hopefully catch some fish. The other was even less predictable. Anyway, he would soon be at the water's edge. When he broke into the open, there, standing in the waterfalls, torrents of water splashing off his shoulders, was Ernie. He was beating his meat right there in the open. He looked up when he saw Matty.
"Hi, Matty!" he yelled.
"Hi, sport. Wanna suck and fuck?"
"Fuck too? Each other? You mean it? Hell fucking yes!"
And thus was born a relationship of hot sex and love that exists right up to this very day. When Matty finally told Ernie about his anal sex with Frank and Duke, Ernie's only remark was;
"Damn, baby, I wanted to be the one who made love to your sweet cherry ass!"
The end
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