The stage stopped in Abilene and the other passengers and I got off for a quick bite while they changed horses. My name is Patrick and I am 18 years old and traveling alone. I am 5'8, 140 pounds with reddish blonde hair and a pale complexion. I was orphaned as a young boy and decided to escape to California from New York to get a new start. I scraped enough money for the stage and worked jobs along the way to pay for my food. Abilene was nice and bustled with people in the street and boardwalks. We were shown to a small, but neat restaruant and were given a quick lunch. A rather odd man led us to the restaurant and talked to us the whole way. He was about 5'10 and walked a bit bowlegged. He wore gray trousers and a gray shirt. His hat was new and black and he had a bit of 5 o'clock shadow. He appeared to be in his late 40s or early 50s and talked with a flat drawl. His name was Mr. Jorgenson.
After lunch, I walked quickly back to the stage as not to miss it. Mr. Jorgenson was having a discussion with a short older man in a well-worn brown hat. The older man, around 60 I'd say, nervously checked his pocket watch and fiddled with his salt and pepper moustache. The two older men appeared to have a definite bond that bordered on affection, even though they were talking over each other during the minor argument.
As the driver called for all to board, the older man boarded the stage and gruffly introduced himself to me as Mr. McKay. He was a short man with a slight build. His demeanor was a bit gruff, but my heart pounded as I shook his hand. He seemed delighted to see me and gave me a thorough eyeing over as we sat in the coach. The other passengers were stopping at Abilene and one man was going to wait for the next coach. The ride began and I couldn't help but sneak looks at Mr. McKay. Ever since my body had undergone changes, I found myself strongly attracted to older men. All the boys in the orphanage claimed to like girls, but after the lamps were doused, they all partook in fisting each other's members under the blankets. Quite a few of the boys would use their mouths on each other's penises. I liked the play under the blankets, but I had an experience with the Catholic priest at the neighborhood church that convinced me I was attracted to more mature men. The priest was around 50 and Irish like me. He had me help him move some furniture one day and had talked me into his room to "rest." There, the priest stripped me and sucked on my penis until I had erupted my white juices down his throat. He had showed me how to suck his thick penis. I had gagged on his fat shaft and struggled to keep the loose foreskin back on his pale flesh. The old priest had urged his shaft into my throat until his hair-covered balls had pressed on my chin. I had felt the surge of in his shaft and swallowed all his spurts. I was hooked from there on.
My thoughts about those days had caused an unfortunate reaction in my trousers. My penis had grown quite hard and was pressing out the front of my pants. A small wet spot had formed as my penis began to leak at the erotic memory. I was mortified to find Mr. McKay looking right down at my bulging trousers. He smiled and wiped his hand across his moustache.
"Young man, I'd say you are quite healthy!" he grinned.
"Mr. McKay, I am so embarrassed. I.I. don't know what to say," I mumbled.
My heart stopped briefly as the handsome older man reached over and patted my knee.
"Nothing to worry about m'boy. I've seen a few in my time and they all get stiff at the worst moments. I wish mine sprung up like when I was 16."
I smiled at his honesty and thought I detected more in his voice, but thought better to move on. I told Mr. McKay I was going to sleep. What happened next is a bit of a blur. I remember waking up and the stage was stopped. The coach was being robbed. I heard a shot ring out and was horrified to see the driver fall from the driver's seat onto the ground with a sickening thud. He was dead. Shot through the heart.
The robbers pulled Mr. McKay and I from the coach. I tried to struggle, but was hit from behind. I awoke to find myself in a musty, freezing cold cabin. Mr. McKay was building a fire in an old fireplace.
"Patrick, good to see you awake. That bastard hit you very hard with his revolver. You were knocked out. They are gone now, but we have a bigger problem."
He gestured out the window and all I could see was snow. We were snowed in. I asked Mr. McKay where the robbers were. He said that three had left to go to Denver. The fourth was to remain and kill us, but had lost his nerve. Mr. McKay showed me where he had buried the man in a snowdrift outside. Mr. McKay had stolen the man's gun when he fell asleep and shot him when the man tried to get the revolver back. There had to be a foot of snow already and more coming down. Mr. McKay said we had some food, but we were going to be stuck here until the snow melted. It would be suicide to walk back to the road in these conditions. Mr. McKay said we were a day's ride from the road.
We went back inside and he examined my head and pronounced me a tough Irish boy with a thick skull. That night, we crawled into the lone bed together and huddled under the thin blankets. We had stoked a roaring fire and the cabin was fairly warm. I loved the feel of Mr. McKay laying in the bed beside me. I started to fall asleep when I felt him roll onto his side and press his chest up against mine. His arm curled around my chest and he pulled me close against him. I snuggled up and giggled a bit. I couldn't help it, but I started to get an erection. My penis began to stiffen and push out the front of my red union suit. I knew the old man could feel my heart pounding and I could feel his. The heat from his body warmed my lower back and soon my penis was fully erect. I froze as Mr. McKay's hand casually slid down my belly and encountered my upright penis inside my underwear.
Without a word, I felt him gently grip the tip of my penis through the wool. I flinched slightly and he murmured to me that everything was okay. He gently pulled my foreskin over my tip several times through the fabric. His nimble fingers then opened the nearest button to my penis. I felt my throbbing penis spring through the opening in my underwear and brush his hand. He opened the buttons below my swollen shaft and pulled my balls through the opening. My balls filled his hand as he rubbed the lightly haired sac. I groaned as his firm hand massaged my tight balls. All the boys at my orphanage said I had pretty big balls and they spilled over the palm of Mr. McKay's hand. He rubbed them for a few minutes and then slid his hand up to grasp my hard shaft. I groaned as his hand encircled my 6-inch member. I moaned loudly as his hand pulled back my foreskin, which extends beyond my tip even when hard. When my hood retracted over my tip, he used his thumb to smear my precum all around my rounded tip. He slowly began to masturbate me, making sure to pull my foreskin up over my tip and then easing it back behind the back of my knob. The feeling of the foreskin retracting over the tip causes almost excruciating pleasure for me, bordering on pain.
He used his hand to explore my hard shaft. He ran his finger softly over the veins on top of my penis and the hard vein underneath. He caressed my balls occasionally and moved his fingers through the red hairs above my penis. I was leaking precum all over his hand and he used it to lubricate my pulsing shaft. He began to gently kiss the back of my neck and I felt a definite lump push into my lower back. Mr. McKay was getting an erection and it was pushing out his union suit, begging for release. I started to buck my hips into his stroking hand and he quickly urged me to stop.
"Patrick, I'm going to tell you something. I think you've done this before and I'd like to help you out. It's been a long time since I've tasted a young, hard penis like yours. I want to use my mouth on you to make you shoot. Is that okay with you?"
I nodded my head and he pulled back the blankets. I rolled onto my back and my hard 6 inches pulsed against my smooth belly. The older man swung himself around and got between my legs. His moustache tickled ever so slightly as he lowered his mouth onto my penis. Mr. McKay used his left hand to keep my foreskin pulled back tightly and ran his tongue all over my tip. Soon, he began to swallow my pulsing shaft deeper and deeper into his mouth. His tongue never stopped moving and his right hand kneaded my balls until they pulled up tight against my body. He bobbed his head furiously as I began to loudly moan that I was going to erupt. He stopped suddenly and kept his mouth over just the tip of my penis and used his left hand to quickly jerk my shaft. I felt my cum boil up from my young balls and I erupted inside his tight, small mouth. Mr. McKay milked my shaft over and over as my white syrup poured into his mouth. He swallowed rapidly, although some dripped from his lips on to my balls.
I gasped for air as my orgasm shook my whole body. As Mr. McKay pulled his head up from my penis, my knob plopped out and he let it fall to my belly. It glistened with his saliva and sheen of my young cum. He wiped his moustache and mumbled something about a fine meal. The older gentleman rolled off me and lay on his back. I got on one elbow and stared at the thick protrusion in his long johns.
"Go ahead son if you want to. I would like it very much indeed," murmured Mr. McKay.
I slid my hand across the wool until I reached the button over the tent-like bulge. The red wool was darkened where his precum had oozed from his knob and spread out the diameter of a gold coin. I flicked the button open and his stout shaft and knob popped free and waggled horizontally in the cool air. I quickly unbuttoned several more and exposed a mass of gray and black pubic hairs that surrounded his belly and groin. My small fingers encircled his short penis. It was probably only 4 or maybe 5 inches long at the most, but the girth was substantial. The old man moaned in pleasure as my fingers gently gripped his shaft and eased his thick layers of foreskin back. As the satin smooth skin rolled back behind his head, the knob burst through and dripped a long strand of precum from his slit. I used my other hand to smear it around his short shaft and ran my fingers around his big mushroom-shaped helmet. His helmet was easily twice as big as mine and really wide compared to the shaft. His knob was bright purple and the precum made it glossy like a marble.
I lowered my head and opened my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his thick mushroom. I swiped the steadily drooling precum from his opening and gloried in the sweet salty taste. He continued to groan and put his small strong hand on the back of my head. I lowered my lips around the plump knob and sucked on the helmet. He urged his hips forward and his sturdy penis filled my mouth. His penis was just long enough so that his mushroom plugged the back of my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I loved it. I moved my tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the thick vein. I began to bob my head up and down while firmly holding my lips around his knob. Mr. McKay began to hump his penis in quick, short thrusts into my mouth.
I sucked on his penis for at least 15 minutes as the old silver-haired man quietly urged me to keep up the suction and congratulated me on doing a good job. I was so excited that he thought I was doing well, I worked even harder at pulling the white stuff from his balls. I was so caught up in sucking on Mr. McKay 's fat penis I had hardly noticed the balls tapping my chin and throat with every down thrust. I pulled back and took a quick glance at his hair-covered balls. His balls were ample and a bit bigger than mine. The sac hung loosely towards his upper thighs with a thick layer of gray and black hairs. His balls were egg shaped and I hefted their weight inside the warm scrotum.
"Now, don't waste a lot of time there son, you just keep using that tight mouth of yours and you'll get what's inside my balls soon enough," admonished the old gentleman gently.
"Yes sir"
I immediately licked his scrotum and around his balls as I kept up a steady pumping of his fat penis with my hand. I loved to lick on his heavy balls while my hand slid his thick foreskin rapidly back and forth over his knob. With every retraction, the old man would let out a grunt of pleasure that indicated he was getting close to his climax. I moved back to his penis and renewed sucking on it with vigor. I wanted the thick cream I knew would pour out of his balls. I sucked for another five minutes until I sensed him tensing his stomach and leg muscles. I used my left hand to hold his foreskin back at the base of his shaft and then quickly bobbed my head over the knob and shaft behind his helmet. I rubbed his balls and pressed them up between his legs.
"Boy, here I go. I'm going to spurt now young man!" crowed the old man as I kept my lips firmly locked behind his mushroom while my hand jerked the lower part of this shaft.
I felt him begin to shake and his balls pulled up hard to his body and a heavy rope of his cream landed on my tongue. Another thick spurt landed on top of it and I swirled the salty cream around his mushroom. More cream oozed into my mouth for about 5 more seconds and then I let his penis plop out of my mouth. I used my tongue to lick off the remaining white fluid from his helmet as Mr. McKay breathed deeply and looked towards the ceiling. I swallowed Mr. McKay's jism and licked my fingers clean. As he lay back gently on to the bed, I lay between his legs and licked his rapidly shrinking cock and balls clean. As I finished I jumped as the front door of the cabin suddenly swung open.
"Jorgenson, get in here and close that door quick! Great to see you m'boy" barked Mr. McKay.
To my surprise, it was Mr. Jorgenson. He had tracked us down through the cold and snow when the stage had failed to arrive in the next town.
"Well now Angus McKay, what do you got going here now?" inquired Mr. Jorgenson with a hint of devilish grin.
"Hush up Pete and sample this fine young lad."
As Mr. Jorgenson closed the door, Mr. McKay began to explain that we were just having a bit of fun while riding the storm out. Mr. Jorgenson's eyes lit up as he eyed my naked body and Mr. McKay's too.
"Peter, I think this young man needs some breeding this evening. You think you could help out instead of flapping your gums all night?" smiled Mr. McKay.
"Why sure enough McKay. I think I could use a mite bit of warming up myself. It's been nary on a month since I got to "breed" a nice young man like that one there. My juices are all just stove up waiting to get out, special like you ain't been helping me out so much an all recently."
I watched quietly as Mr. Jorgenson began to strip out of his heavy winter clothes. When he was down to his red union suit and socks, he walked over to the bed. There was a slight bulge running down the side of his right leg. He began to unbutton the top of suit.
"Now Patrick, I need you to help with the lower buttons."
"Yes sir, Mr. Jorgenson. Anything you want."
"Patrick, you don't need to call me mister, you just get my butter churner out so we can get down to business!"
I waited for Mr. Jorgenson to finish unbuttoning the top and slip out of the sleeves. I quickly unbuttoned the last buttons. I wanted to see his penis and get it in my mouth. As the last buttons fell away, the drawers dropped revealing a slight paunch with black and gray hairs mixed in. My eyes fell to his penis that hung down over his tight ball sac. I swallowed hard as I perused the cock and balls before me.
Mr. Jorgenson's balls were larger yet than Mr. McKay's ample balls, but they weren't just fat and heavy. They were loosely haired and stayed up in their sac, rather than the old Scotsman's, which hung low. The cock before me was beautiful to behold, and hold! I gently reached out and caressed his flesh-colored penis. His penis began to grow steadily and I noticed the base of the shaft was thick and the length of the shaft began to curve slightly upward. The vein underneath was very wide at the base and thinned near the end of his shaft. The shaft narrowed just before his mushroom. Mr. Jorgenson's knob was still hidden beneath a long, thin foreskin, but the mushroom looked tasty. The foreskin narrowed past the knob into a narrow opening.
As the shaft continued to swell, I stroked the penis and rolled back the thin foreskin to reveal a fat reddish-purple mushroom. It was thick with a wide girth. Mr. Jorgenson purred like a kitten as I carefully stroked the growing column of flesh. When it was fully erect, it was probably 7 inches long and the knob was extremely distended.
"There you go boy, now you got some solid Norwegian meat to work on. I'd sure like to see you jaw on my pole a bit, but you watch that cork on the end. I don't want any teeth marks slowing me down," he said with a playful grin on his face.
I nodded and spread my lips wide to accommodate the plump knob. I tasted his salty sweet precum oozing onto my tongue immediately. The older man groaned and I took that as a sign of approval. I began to pull his cock deeper in my mouth. His penis instinctively pushed deeper and deeper. I heard Mr. McKay tell me to get on my hands and needs and I carefully did so while never letting Mr. Jorgenson's hot shaft from my lips. I felt Mr. McKay's hands on my rear end and knew exactly where Mr. Jorgenson's 7 inches of meat were going to end up. And I couldn't wait. Mr. Jorgenson slid his cock back and forth gently, but I gagged when the thick knob jabbed the back of my throat.
"Now son, you just relax your throat and try and swallow my pole down into your belly. It'll go down real easy in just a few more tries," he urged me in a quiet, reassuring way.
Mr. McKay began to rub a stubby index finger around my hole and I could feel him reach between my legs and gather precum from my steadily leaking penis. He rubbed the precum into my opening and began to insert his finger into my back door. I moaned in a little bit of pain, but warm pleasure was what began to grow inside me.
"Angus, is this young'n ready for my pole back there? I could sure use a good ride in the saddle after being out in the snow and all. My balls are starting to feel a need to unload soon."
With that I felt Mr. Jorgenson pull his penis out of my mouth with a juicy pop. I looked at the saliva-covered shaft and looked up at the older man. The man leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. I had never been really kissed before by a man, but I pressed back hard. Mr. Jorgenson flicked his tongue deep inside my mouth and then pulled back with a grin and approving raised eyebrow.
Mr. McKay said, "Son, I want you to lay on your back here in the middle of the bed. I don't think you've done this before, but you are in for a real treat. It's going to hurt a bit. I won't lie. But let me tell you something, once you get used to it, there is no greater feeling in the world. And, I mean it."
I laid back and watched as Mr. Jorgenson got between my legs with his hard penis swaying back and forth as he climbed on the bed. His balls jostled in his hefty scrotum. I gulped as he raised my legs and looked at my rear end. He wet a finger and smeared the precum from his tip onto my hole. Mr. McKay leaned in and got the younger man's penis slathered in saliva. Mr. Jorgenson then gripped his shaft and pulled the foreskin all the way back and bunched it up behind his mushroom. I tensed up, but Mr. McKay soothingly told me to relax and it would be much easier. I trusted him completely as I pulled my knees up to my chest. Mr. Jorgenson leaned down and pressed his purplish knob against my opening. The blunt knob spread my opening and I felt it hit the muscle. I flinched, but both men quietly urged me to relax. I finally did and Mr. Jorgenson nudged the swollen knob past my sphincter with a lot of help from his copious precum.
I flinched and yelped at the intrusion of his shaft inside my rear end, but he calmly held his position just inside my sphincter. Mr. Jorgenson waited what felt like an eternity as my muscle slowly relaxed. I told him it burned, but he said it would pass in a few minutes and to my surprise it did. Then Mr. Jorgenson pressed about an inch more in and waited again. My own penis was throbbing in rapid time with my heart. A pool of precum began to smear my smooth belly. I was dying to spurt, but I didn't want to touch it yet. Then, without warning Mr. Jorgenson drove the entire length of his shaft into my rear end. I let out a bit of a scream as he split my rear end wide open. I cringed at the burning and the feeling of his swollen penis plumbing my depths. I could feel the whole shaft filling my tunnel and my whole body was tensed.
Mr. Jorgenson and the older man both smiled, but reassured me that was normal, and the best way to do it. I disagreed but it was too late now. After a few minutes, my sphincter had begun to relax and I was no longer trying to push it out. Mr. Jorgenson began to make short movements back and forth. I learned to love the feel of his hairy balls pressing against my cheeks. All the while, Mr. Jorgenson talked to me quietly and enjoyed the tightness of my tunnel. After 10 minutes, all 7 inches of cock was pumping in and out of my rear end. The saliva and precum lubricated my chute and I absolutely shook at the feeling of his foreskin doubling the friction as he pumped in and out. The bedsprings began a rhythmic squeaking as the older man screwed ever deeper and faster into me. My penis bobbed and drooled precum all over my belly. I had never precum so much. Several times I thought I was going to spurt, but Mr. Jorgenson would slow down and gently screw me with his thick cock. Soon, he began to sweat and beads of sweat would roll down his face and chest onto his arms and me. He began to hump me faster and I told Mr. McKay I thought I was going to spurt for sure. He quickly reached in and began to masturbate me with a quick, but firm hand. He tugged my foreskin over my knob so quickly I barely had time to yell I was exploding. The old man yanked back my foreskin and short stroked my shaft as my white juices sprayed all over my belly, chest, and one shot hit Mr. Jorgenson in his hairy belly.
I shuddered over and over as my orgasm racked my body. I continued to hold my legs up as Mr. Jorgenson drilled his cock into my depths. It was pure heaven. Then, he began to mutter, groan, and with a primal grunt, he yanked his penis out, causing me to gasp in pain and total pleasure. I looked down to see Mr. Jorgenson using his thumb and forefinger to rapidly stroke the foreskin behind the mushroom. His mushroom began to swell and suddenly a fat rope of thick white cream exploded from the long slit in his knob. The cream flew up and hit me in the chin. His neck rope of cum landed on my chest. Four more strands of white cream splattered onto my belly and mixed with my own boyish cum. Mr. Jorgenson squeezed two long strands of cum out as he milked his foreskin up and over his thick knob. He gasped and panted as his orgasm ran its' course. Without a word, he lay down on top of me and I looked up to see Mr. McKay smile and brush his moustache with his hand.
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