I waits in the Bakin’ Inn across the street from Doc Van Deists, eating my stack of Pride o’ Iowa cookies. In rushes Adam Turner, he’s holding his ass through his bibber likes I does sometimes, and he runs to the rest room.
I moseys on in and I see his feet under the stall door, his bibber around his ankles. I stand at the pisser , sorry Urinal, Ma says i’ve to be less crude to reap the rewards of heaven. Ma should know I ain’t never heard her cuss. Now Pa, well me and him have got a lot of making up to do on that score.
I hear Adam explode, ‘let it all fall out’ I say and snigger.
‘That you Chris Jackson?’,
‘Was last time I looked’, I say,
‘Oh man my itch ain’t cleared in two weeks. Doc Van Deist put me on abstinence therapy, he even gave me boxing gloves to sleep in, ‘n now I’ve gone and expunged his soothing balm right down the latrine’.
I think he means extricated but I don’t say nothin.
’and to cap it all my balls are blue after he teased me in that their birthing chair of his, my legs out wide like a spatchcock chicken as he snuck his hooter in to sniff around’, ‘Then he used his probe to test some theory of his up my anal cavity, as the other doc sucked me measuring my dick temperature, I says doc, it’s 98 point fucking four like it always has been’.
Anyway then they both took turns and unloaded up me and I ran over hear, you knows the rest’,
‘Doc says i’ve to text you, but I s’pose I don’t need to now you’re here?’, I say,
‘Maybe not, but my Pa says to follow everything by the letter, medicurl science is soon tripped up, by human intervention’.
‘Yeah, Mr Turners known round these parts for being smart’. ‘Hey, you want to share a stack o cookies with me, but you can buy you’re own drink?’, I say.
‘That’s mighty fine, thanks I will, but you gotta texts me it, remember’.
‘OK I’ll go back to my seat and you can reply and join me, how’s that?’,
‘To the letter, thats one less thing Pa can’t bitch at me now for’,
I think I know what he means and sit at my table and text him.
I heard the ping and out he strides. Much more confident than when he snuck in with his hand plugging his ass.
I can see a silver patch on his bibber right where his cock ends. He’s sure grown up in this year since the last Crop Ball. His bibbers way too small, he’s a ‘broad fucker’ as my Pa would say when Ma is not around.
He orders a coke float, and picks up a cookie.
‘Mmm, even better than my Ma’s’, he says looking about in case anyone overheard.
He grins at me and leans in close.
‘What you say I recompense you for the cookies in some way, friendly like, now I knows we didn’t always get on at school, but heck we’re grown men now, I sees you eyeing up my embarrassment on my bibber, and well Doc can go hang, I needs a release and to pay you back for the cookie favor’,
‘Two birds, one stone, I like the sound of that, efficiency, efficiency, efficiency’. I say.
He stretches his legs wide, relaxing, his arms at back of his head, giving his predicament some space to wander. He scrapes his chair loudly. Amy the waitress stares at him, coyly, a fluttering at him. Heck he could have her, no sweat, she’s sure acting like a bitch dog on heat.
I sees his bulge twitch n mine does the same, with him staring me out and all. He finishes his drink and wipes his hand across his lips. I notice his lips for the first time, so thick and soft as they push onto the back of his big paw.
I think Docs sure a clever guy, administering Adam as a therapy partner. I ain’t thought of Eddie yet today, not once. My itch tickles deep in me. I shuffle in my seat and see Adam do the same.
‘I dont know about you but this darn itch o’mine needs some attention’. He says.
I nod.
I notice he’s got blue eyes, the colour of a Summer Azure butterfly that we gets on the crops, and just when did his hair get so blonde, the color of golden corn in a sunrise?
‘Chris? He says, ‘you OK, you gone awful quiet, for a Jackson boy?’.
‘Heck, I needs some air’, I give Adam ten bucks and stagger out. I sees him adjusting his pole as he’s talking to Amy as he’s paying the tab.
Pa’s saying ‘a minute of fun and a lifetime of regret’ flash over me, dampening my ardour somewhat my pecker in full retreat.
‘How you get here?’ I say to Adam,
‘Pa dropped me off, why don’t I repay you, by the creek on the way to you dropping me off at the holding?’.
The Turner holding backs on to ours but they’ve got the whole creek as a boundary but longwise following Washington Avenue with the 175 as the border with ours.
Eddie and Adam were in the same year at school and they’d play and play on the creek, all day butt nekkid if schooling or farming didn't get in the way.
I nod and he smiles at me, a glint in his azure blue eyes, and I notice the sun blond hairs on his pecs as he unclips his bibber, showing his tan frame to me. His arm in the sun out of the window as we ride along.
‘Heck i’m horny as a bull frog today’ I say, showing him the goods on offer.
‘Yeah me too, hot as well, mind if I get it some air?’
‘I think I’ll join ya’,
He undoes the buttons on his bibber waist and lifts his ass offa the seat and they fall to his ankles, his manhood blowing in the wind. I notice his cock veins are blue, his nuts are huge, full o’spunk and he shaves them too.
I unclip and my bibber falls, as I drive along. Adam bends over and undoes my fly and fishes out my dick.
‘Thanks, that’s kinda awkward whilst steering’,
He nods ‘fuck, you’re almost as biggern Eddie I’d say’,
‘Yeah, must be a growth spurt’,
‘All those Pride of Iowa cookies’, he laughs,
‘And plenty of beating off’, I add,
‘Naturally’ he says, stroking his own, laughing.
‘Eddie Jackson was the first guy I sucked and fucked, and he says I was his too, but he got you to practice on’.
‘Yeah Eddie talks any shit he can to get into pants or a skirt’,
‘Now that’s a fact, he says, he puts his arm across my shoulder as we ride along, I pull him in close, our dicks out, ready to ease an itch or two.
I see the creek road and turn in. The fields either side look to have been wrecked by the combine.
‘Lot o work to do here?’ Adam says,
‘Tell me about it, farm work never ends’,
I pull in close by a tree, getting the truck in the shade and not so noticeable, but the dust it brought up was probably seen by a Ma or a Pa, ain’t nothing’ gets by them.
‘Come on let’s swim first, cool off then we’ll get down to salving an itch or two’,
He shucks off his boots and bibber.
‘Wow I say, you’ve certainly grown!’,
‘Like it?’ He says as he flexes,
‘Come on Chris your turn, you gotta show me now’,
I strip off and Adam walks over and kisses me, not a pucker mock kiss but full on. Eddie used to do this to me, practicing for girls, he said. But heck Adam ain’t needing the practice, he’s mighty good at it already.
He pulls my face in tighter to his, his hand right on my nape, that’s my favourite part, his tongue has stopped up my air supply as I haul in through my nose, picking up his weird but attractive smell. His left hand grips my cock, it feels good.
I grab his, as we make out, I gets my tongue by the side of his as we kiss. I’m liking this, liking everything.
Eddie would be pulling out my ass by now, wham bam thank-you man. But Adam’s taking his time getting acquainted. I like it.
The big rock by the swim hole is in the shade now but it’s kept its heat. Adam holds my hand and walks me to the stone and we sit down our legs hanging over the edge and he goes down on me, sucking, getting my pecker harder than it’s ever been and sticky too.
‘You gonna sort out my itch now?’, ‘I’ve kinda lost the urge to swim’ he says.
He gets on all fours, I knows this position, and I open up his cheeks and look in at his pucker, a tiny dot surrounded by soft downy blond hair, I feel up his crack with my fingers,
‘Softer than a day old chick’ I say and push my nose in, there’s that smell again, making my cock so hard and pulse out my cock honey. I noticed Eddies funk of course, and Pa’s but they didn’t make my darn cock leap like Adam’s does.
I try a lick, to link the smell with the taste, I ain’t disappointed, ‘mmmm’ I say as I trace my tongue up his crack, tasting his very essence.
I line up and sink in, Adam’s mewling like a hog as I push on past his eject muscles and ram on home. I’m change angle on every pump, jus’ waiting till Adam tells me I got to his itch.
‘Oh man, right there’, he says,
I barrel into his ass at just that angle. I don’t last longer than a couple of minutes, I’m jus too horned up for him. My balm fills his ass, I stay in. I’ve no chance of a retreat, I’m jus’ so, i can’t describe it, heck, i’m just so boned up. That’ll have to do.
I keep on up him, plugging my juice in. I’m starting to hurt as I rock up him, I flinch and tense through the sensitivity, Adam’s mewling deeper now, a deep bass growl I ain’t heard before, I’m getting more interested in fucking him now the pains gone, my rod feels like steel.
I like to watch it as it pulls out, all veiny and hard, I pull out completely and marvel at his pucker twitching and sucking back in the jizz thats peeping out, trying to escape.
My cock looks so beautiful, I blow cool air on the tip and watch it pulse then plough on back in on my bed of spunk. I go for it again, listening to Adam growling like a sore bear, it’s not long till I spurt again, my balls pushed up to his soft cheeks, crushed into him as I lose my nut.
He collapses into the stone, laid out on his front, his ass cheeks pulsing continuously, his arms out in front of him. Moaning softly.
He slowly comes around and turns over. His cock soft like an dying eel gasping for air. His slit opening and closing as it spews his clear precum in a pool on the stone.
I bend over him, his face in my shadow, I make to kiss him but slip, my knee comes up and crunches his nuts, as I fall forward, my full weight on him, winding him.
He laughs ‘oh my aching balls, you making ‘em bruised and blue’,
He lifted his head up and turned his face, those azure butterfly eyes close to mine. I plucked up courage and kissed him. My dick fair leapt, I snuggled his balls in my paw, feeling the jello sack. Feeling up to his cock, soft, I gripped it and it felt alive, sorta spurring me on in the kissin' game, my tongue in his mouth, plugging him, my cock drooling the remnants of my second firing out onto his thigh. Oh man he feels alive, horned up. He grins and flips me on the stone, he’s laughing,
‘Oh boy you’re gonna get it now, my balls will burst open if I don’t relieve them soon. I’m back in the boxing gloves tonight so now’s my chance.
I lifted my legs high, clonking his chin with my size 11 foot as I swung up high. I heard the crack and winced.
‘You clumsy fuckwit’ he says feeling his chin. I rested on his broad shoulders, he spent a while surveying the scene, staring at my pucker,
‘It ain’t the Mona Lisa’ I say, ‘get on with it, get to salving my itch’,
‘Thats 100% guaranteed, like Naylor’s seeds. Mine seed is gonna be swimming up your ass straight to the Mississippi delta’, he’s grinning at me, slapping his dick in his paw, I notice his blonde bush and sorta melt inside.
He pulls me up the stone roughly. He plugs me. Hard.
‘Fuck’, I exclaim, ‘you didn’t think of wetting it first’,
‘I did but I decided not to’, he rubbed his sore chin and got down to it.
‘I reckon we’re evens now, or soon will be, man I’ve needed this, you’re gonna be swimming in my nut, you’ll feel it on your tonsils’.
Adam rammed me, fast and furious. I could learn him a few tricks Eddie learned me, but not now, maybe save some learning for the next time.
Adam wailed out as he shot, and shot, and pumped, and squirted, and shot, emptying two weeks worth of his juice up my ass.
We recovered, laying back on the rock.
The sun was on the water, it looked inviting.
‘In the mood for that swim now?’,
‘Sure thing’.
Adam held my hand as we walked into the water and cooled off. Course we played grab ass and wrassled and dunked, heck what’s a water hole for?
We dried off and dressed and I dropped him off at the farm. He took me behind a tree and kissed me softly. My cock spewed again.
Ma Turner waved and I waved back, feeling guilty about those cookies. I went and stalled the engine then kangarood down the track. Adam’s balm doing its job suppressing that itch.
TBC
