"Meet me tonight--10 o'clock--by the big oak," I managed to whisper before Jeb and Tom grabbed their clothes and tore out of the barn.
Steve went ballistic--cursing Juan out and ordering me to my room--then suddenly taking off in the pickup, leaving me wondering where he was and even if he'd ever come back.
At first, I did stay in my room—feeling relieved he'd gone--yet also apprehensive about what my ‘Poppa Steve’ would say when he came home. At the very same time, I felt strangely calm and glad of what we’d all discovered together with Juan in the barn. I mean, my sweaty-palmed nervousness had totally vanished the very second I felt my cock explode all over Juan's hunky tits.
Something deep inside me felt way, way more peaceful, even as I grew more anxious about having been caught doing it.
That peacefulness didn't last forever though, as I sat on my bed listening for the sound of the pickup. Having discovered the joys of 'blowing a load', I just got hornier by the minute. Yet, because I was now 'in the doghouse', awaiting a serious lecture, I didn't dare try experimenting with my new, fleshy, big-headed toy.
Yet, the minutes became hours—and I got hungry, and ventured down to the empty, lonely kitchen--beginning to wish Steve would just return--wanting to get whatever punishment he had in mind over with.
I watched the sinking sun turn to dusk--then watched dusk become nightfall. I made some Kraft Dinner with hot dogs. I thought about Juan--whether he'd been fired, or where he was--thought about Jeb and Tom, suddenly remembering I'd told them to meet me at 10:00 by the oak tree near the tool shed.
Eight o'clock came and went. Nine o'clock came and went--me growing more jumpy by the minute, and also… more horny.
'What if Steve pulls-in just as Jeb and Tom are walking down the drive?' 'What if he pulls-in and discovers I'm not in my room and finds me outside instead?'
It was a big, fucked-up mess—and being horny wasn't helping things. All I wanted to do was rewind the tape and pretend my Poppa Steve hadn't busted-up our naked fun!
Suddenly I heard Tom's signal--his cool imitation of a night owl--our secret code whenever we three sneak out for a night dip in the swimming hole.
It was dark as pitch outside—fireflies everywhere--and still, and humid. The light from the kitchen helped guide my way until I couldn't see a blasted thing.
"Hey! Over here!"
My eyes gradually adjusted to their T-shirt-and-gym-short-bodies leaning against the tree. We exchanged hand grips.
"You get away ok?"
"Yeah. No problem," Tom said, his voice hushed. "We thought you wouldn't show, man."
"Did you get a whuppin'?" Jeb asked, all concerned.
"Naw. Fact is, he isn't even here! He went off somewhere in the truck!"
"What?"
"Yeah! It's weird...."
"Where's Juan?" Jeb's stage whisper was so loud, he may as well have just said it plain.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm supposed to be in my room, but...."
We suddenly heard the distant sounds of a vehicle, turning to see headlights cutting through the tall poplars ringing our property.
"Shit! Here he comes!"
I had enough time to make it back to the house, but was so panicked I ran behind the toolshed with Tom and Jeb. We watched the headlights turn onto our long drive—illuminating everything in their path--soon to include the toolshed.
"Fuck! He finds me out here and I'm toast!"
But the pickup wasn't stopping in front of the barn as usual. It veered-off to the left of it, down the cow lane.
"He's going to the bunkhouse!" A thrill went up my spine.
"The what???"
"Juan's! He's heading for Juan's!!"
Theatrical visions of my Dad with a shotgun, coming to get Juan filled my over-active brain as we heard the truck stop and the engine turn off.
"You better go back to your room!" Jeb whispered loudly.
"Keep your voice down, Jenkins! You idiot!"
Being eighteen and reckless, I did no such thing. Why would I wait in my room when I saw myself dramatically stopping a confrontation?
We heard deep voices, then the screen door slam as we ran in a low crouch like G.I. Joes.
"What are they saying?"
"Shut the fuck UP, Jeb!" Tom smacked his big shoulder.
Thank God there were bushes to duck behind as we looked through the large, single-paned window. Like a movie—the sound perfectly clear through the screen door--we watched my Poppa Steve poke his finger into Juan's pec-stretched wifebeater.
"I should fire your ass--you know that???"
"You've been drinking," Juan flexed his chest against Steve's finger.
"Yeah, man? So-fuckin-WHAT??" His unshaven jaw flexed menacingly. "You're lucky I went n' cooled off, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"Look, Steve...."
My ‘Poppa’ shoved him backwards, the two huge stud hunks nearly equal in height and size.
"What th' FUCK were you DOIN'???! Huh??? I mean, FUCK, Juan!!!" His green eyes blazed emerald. "Foolin' with Todd was bad enough--but the NEIGHBOR kids???" He blew out air in exasperation, two inches from Juan's dark-brown, big-boned face.
"They won't say a word. They ain't crazy, Steve." Juan refused to budge and stood staring right back.
Poppa glowered at him, then shook his head. "What...what th' fuck were you THINKING??--I mean, Jesus Christopher, Juan!....."
"I dunno," Juan looked up at the ceiling, then back at him. "It just happened! They wanted to see me pose. Then they wanted to feel up...."
"...they're just kids, Juan. CHILDREN, for Christ's sake!"
"....th' fuck they are!" Juan's deep voice vibrated. "They're eighteen, Steve--EIGHTEEN--an' don't even know what to do when they're horny! Fuck! --didn't know what horny IS, even!"
"They sure-as-shit do NOW, huh, Juan? Christ! Right there in the barn???"
"I couldn't believe you never had a talk with your boy--him standing there sayin' he didn't know what t'do when he's throwin' a rod. All of 'em squeezin' their legs together, worrying they's gonna have heart attacks...."
"First off, he’s not my boy, but he may as well be, the way he calls me Poppa ‘n all...and second, it's better that way."
"What way??"
"Not knowin'."
"Well they do now."
"No shit."
We were crouching and holding onto to each other's arms--watching them standing there glaring--afraid even our breathing was too loud.
"Awwwh, Juan! Fuck!"
"They were gonna have to find out. One way or another, they were..."
"...they better not find out..." Poppa moved even closer to Juan.
"They won't...."
I let out a gasp, seeing my big, built, masculine Poppa Steve put his large, work-rough hands on each side of Juan's bullneck.
"You son-of-a-bitch, Juan..."
"H-Holy!" Tom breathed.
Their mouths crushed together, Juan's hands suddenly reaching in to rip open my Dad's shirt--snaps popping, his hairy pecs mountaining out--his nipples like rubber erasers.
I nearly laughed, then nearly burst into tears--my emotions in freefall--my body starting to tremble.
Their kiss was wet and hard—almost like they were fighting--Poppa taking hold of Juan's wifebeater and tearing it clean down the center--his fingers squeezing Juan's tits, making his thick nipples jut out. Still locked in a tongue-battling kiss, Juan pulled Steve’s shirt off, his rough hands sliding up to play with Poppa's pecs --the very pecs I rarely got to see, much less play with!
"Fuckin' stud," my Dad growled, "--tryin' to make me crazy? Huh??" He smacked Juan's swells with his fists, the sound meaty and male. "HUH?" he smacked them again. "--turnin' them boys queer...th' way you did me???"
Juan's fingers combed thru my Poppa's chest hair like he was worshipping it--worshipping his muscletits--his ultra-male, manhair-carpetted, heavy-nippled mountains. "No one's turnin' no one nothin'!" Juan suddenly grabbed my Dad's crotch with one hand. "You were like THIS, the second you laid eyes on me, man--you AND them boys!" We saw his fingers grasping what looked like a hammer, angling to the left of Steve's fly. "Fuck! We're just HORNY, Steve!" He roughly pulled open the copper button and rasped down the zipper. "See that? Now we're ALL in 'The Horny Club'!" he laughed.
"Wow!" Tom whispered. "Hear THAT???"
"Shhhh!" Jeb whispered loudly, making me punch his arm.
Poppa moaned to feel Juan's expert fingers play with his hard cock through his jockeys. "Horny Club??? What's a 'horny club'?"
Juan chuckled as my Dad struggled with Juan's tented jean-fly, trying to get at his thick, mounded tool. "The name Todd gave our naked fun-n-games out in th' barn...."
"Me??? I didn't name anything!" I huffed. "YOU did!" I looked at Tom, then did a double-take. "Hey! What are you DOING???" I whispered.
Tom had his shorts shoved down to his ankles, his hand wrapped around his soup-can, bonerized cock.
"What does it look like?" he smiled conspiratorially, showing off his mushroom knob, the dim light from the window making it gleam.
Their jeans off, they thrust their hips forward--their jockey-pouched, throbbing irons swiping back-and-forth--wet stains spreading from their trapped, pulpy cockheads.
"I need those balls," Juan's husked, his hand urgently spreading Steve’s hefty, hairy thighs and pushing the white cloth into a grapefruit-sized bundle.
Without a word, Jeb and I both let our horny cocks hit the night air, the feeling as electric as the scene playing out before our lusting eyes.
Poppa Steve was groaning--Juan now on his knees--his face pushed into my Dad's pouched nuts, the size of them covering all of Juan's rooting nose.
"You want those hairy lovesacs, huh? Huh, man? Yeah! Fuck! Make love to my huge balls, you Latin letch."
"Oh god," I whispered, suddenly reaching out and finding Tom's hot cock waiting for me. I pushed my fingers into his thick, hairy delta--wishing it were my Poppa Steve's--but thrilled even so.
"Give 'em to me, Steve. I need 'em now--c'mon man...."
Steve pulled aside his pouch—his hair-sprinkled, ultra-male balls thudding over Juan's wet, spread lips--his skin-heavy hang being teased by Juan's pink tongue.
I felt Tom's hand take hold of my prickly, lust-vibrating rod, making my balls bunch up in a heap.
"You know how, Juan! Fuck--do you.... know how!" Steve groaned up at the ceiling as Juan used his baby finger to tease one of those hairy peaches past his bigass lips. "You hot ballsucker, you! Fuck, that turns me on so bad..."
I felt Jeb's hand playing with my own furry kiwis--felt Tom begin jacking me as I jacked him back. My left hand reached out to find Jeb's curvy cock, the throbbing thing so big I looked down at it in awe as I began jacking him, too.
"Awww, get naked for me, Juan—show me those balls, man!"
Poppa's hairy pec mounds swelled in heat--his nipples bloated with lust like a second pair of staring eyes--as Juan rose up and let his pants fall to the floor. Flexing every muscle in his body--his incredible, sun-darkened, smooth-as-silk pecs jumping--Juan showed off his swollen, white jockey pouch. His enormous biceps rolled and bouldered as he fingered his soft, tumbling avocados through the thin cotton, watching Steve lick his sexy lips and stare down at them.
Their stallion-sized cocks thumped forward in their jockeys, stretching the elastic, the cotton now a second skin against the swollen shafts and bulbous heads. I stared at the erotically-obscene sight of my ‘Poppa’s’ hairy, naked balls hanging out the side—barely able to breathe as I slowly jacked Tom and Jeb's throbbing tools--hungering to see the very erection that almost certainly used to fuck my own mother.
"Oh, c'mon--c'mon!" Tom whispered, echoing my own hot thoughts--hoping, wishing, praying they wouldn't suddenly change their minds--aching to see their huge-headed, naked mancocks.
"You, too," I heard Juan say as he hooked both thumbs inside his waistband.
Steve nodded--and then, as if silently counting 1, 2, 3--they stretched their elastics way out, their polished cockheads glinting in their nude freedom, as endless inches of thick, vein-bloated shaft emerged before our horny, cock-starving eyes.
"Goddamn!" Tom squeezed my dick mightily.
"Jeepers!" Jeb's rod suddenly bucked and spurt cockcandy all over my milking fingers.
"That's beautiful--so fuckin' beautiful, man," we heard Steve say, his voice all growly and deep.
"You, hairy, horny bastard,” Juan stared at the virile, cockbush forest piling around Poppa's lovepole and bullballs.
Lust and pride grabbed my heart, staring at the only dad I’d ever known now totally naked, his brawny, nine-inch manmeat punching out at the staring Juan--marvelling at how we, though not related, both somehow got blessed with the same enormous mushroom head with the thick, heart-shaped lip around it.
"Bring 'em over here, Juan."
Once again time stood still—my eyes memorizing every movement, every flexing muscle, every inch of their stud bodies--as Juan and Poppa Steve encircled their ballbags with their fingers, making their masculine rocks into a huge and skintight bundle of sex. Juan slowly closed the space between them.
They both moaned as they rubbed their hairy lovesacs together--staring down at the utter maleness of it--their giant cocks swaying above, throbbing out lust-honey.
I automatically dropped hold of Jeb and Tom--and Tom of me--each of us mimicking our in-real-time 'sex teachers'—wrapping our thumb and first-fingers around the top hang of our scrotums, feeling our boyballs make a bundle of sex. Jeb and Tom and I turned to face each other, the pale light from the window reflecting off our skintight nuts, as we swooned to then make them nuzzle and kiss.
"Awwwh, fuck--let's get off, man..." we heard Juan say.
Not wanting to miss anything, we turned quickly back, reaching out to handle each other's naked nuts while staring through the bush's branches.
"I need those hot balls t'night," Poppa was saying, "--I don't know why..."
"--want'a suck 'em?" Juan let his hips dangle and sway his mahogany hang, the whole weight of those sweet lemons held by endless folds of the most male of skin, making not only Steve’s, but all of our mouths juice up.
"--let's bang 'em--feel 'em slap...." Steve's voice sounded lusty and hoarse. "--c'mon--bend your knees..."
We stared in horny-eyed wonder as they faced one another, legs bent forward, hips thrust outward. One of Poppa's huge, hairy thighs slid outside Juan's--the other inside --the two hunks now crotch-to-hairy-crotch.
"Take it, man--beat it for me," Poppa Steve hissed, their eyes staring down at their inches-apart, swollen, big-headed horsecocks.
We grabbed each other's cocks, too, when Juan and Poppa did theirs--Juan latching onto Steve's, and Poppa reaching out to take on Juan's.
"Oh golly," Jeb whispered. "Look at that!"
"Fuck!" Tom swore, pumping my super-charged, teen boner faster.
They jacked their skin-blessed, silky-sheathed, vein-bloated, monster cocks, letting their naked cum-sacs smack below, the sound a meaty slapping—my Poppa's hairy rocks colliding against Juan's suede-skinned bag--their big hands whorishly fisting each other to climax.
The sight and sounds--their slogging scrotums, their moans and curses—made the three of us fist one another in sync with them, our tongues lolling out, our eyes glazing over.
Poppa Steve's rugged face only got more handsome as he panted and swore. "Oh fuck--oh fuck! I'm close, man! Jesus!"
"So am I," Juan's knees were caving, his quadriceps bulging. He suddenly reached out and pinched one of Steve's thick nipples.
"UHHHHHHhhhhngggghhh! Juannnn!"
My own rocket launched along with Poppa's. His steamy cum volcanoed out his glassy-smooth, wild-eyed, skin dome like a firehose, splashing Juan's lust-bloated tits.
I gasped and spasmed as Tom pumped furiously, my jetstream jizzing the bush, the leaves of it rustling, my knees wobbling, my body all lust-wracked and writhing.
"FUCCCCKKKKKKkkkkk!" Juan's eyes flew open when Poppa reached under to pull his ropey-skinned balls while squeezing below Juan's open-mouthed cockhead. Rich cum sizzled up his love-rocket, roping through the air, dousing Poppa's manly chest, matting his dense curls and dripping off each thumb-sized tit.
For what felt like whole minutes, Tom and Jeb flexed into wild, contorted, doubled-over ecstasy--trying like hell not to shout out their pleasure--as I double-fisted their muscular cocks, watching the erratic spews coat my legs and cock and balls.
Unlike us--who recovered almost immediately--Poppa and Juan's orgasmic thrills buckled their knees, made them collapse together, my Steve's jizz-coated, hairy tits smearing Juan's shiny, beefy pecs as they spasmed out the last of their loads and fell into a tongue-hot, fevered kiss, washing their entire jaws, even biting their chins, little shudders continuing to rifle through their panting physiques.
"C'mon!" I said, a bit too loudly.
But before we saw Poppa suddenly break off that sexy kiss and jerk his face toward the window, we were running like mad through the fireflies towards the house.
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"Todd?"
I'd made it back to the house in time to clean myself up and leap into bed. In fact, by the time I heard Poppa Steve open my door and call out my name, I was just about asleep.
His voice, though, stirred me--its deep, supportive tone telling me everything was going to be okay.
"Yeah? – that you, Steve?" I saw his hugeness silhouetted against the hall light as he entered.
Not switching on the lamp, he instead sat on my bed, the available light casting shadows on his square-jawed ruggedness. "You've had a big day, boy."
I scooted up against my pillow, nodding, examining what I could see of his eyes.
"Poppa Steve?"
"Yes? ..... You can tell me anything, Todd. And I mean, ANYTHING now...."
I let out a deep, shuddering sigh.
"What is it, Todd? C'mon, boy..."
"I had me a big night, too, Poppa!"
His gigantic shoulders and chest tensed under his lumberjack shirt, his face turning to stare directly into my eyes. "You were out there, weren't you? I thought I heard...."
"....me and Tom and Jeb...."
He ran his large hands up his face and through his black, wavy hair. "...oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph…”
"....I stayed here in my room like you told me, but then it got so lonely! I didn't know if you were even...."
"....th' toothpaste's sure out of the tube now, huh, Steven?" he said to himself, looking straight up at the ceiling, shaking his head.
"We had to find out--you know--learn about being a man...."
"....I want you to know I'm not a queer, Todd..." his voice was so low and still, I barely heard him.
"...Shit! WE ain't either!!!" My eyes blazed, my vehemence catching us both by surprise.
Suddenly we caught each other's eye and smiled, then began laughing. It was a good, soul-cleansing moment, realizing, knowing that in all honesty we probably were queer. . . AF!
His big hand came over to ruffle my dark-brown hair. "It was hot, huh? -- being with Juan?"
We both grinned knowingly, then laughed for what seemed like whole minutes, laughed till tears came.
"Look, Poppa Steve--I heard what you said...you know, to Juan..."
He gazed at me, not speaking, waiting for me to finish.
"....and Tom n' Jeb ain't gonna breathe a word—not one word--to ANYONE!"
He searched my face, his dark, dark eyes fixed on mine.
"I know them real good! And when they swear silence--hell, Poppa--they MEAN it!...."
He nodded a bit. "Ok--so tell me this then..."
"What?"
"I know Juan--or at least I think I do." He paused. "But I gotta ask this..."
"Shoot."
"Did he force any'a you -- you know -- get you to do stuff you didn't want...."
I shook my head. ".... heck no! Me n' Jeb n' Tom pretty much MADE him! He kept saying he had to get back to his chores!"
"...swear to God?"
I solemnly raised my right hand. "And hell, Poppa-- we needed to know! We were in a bad way--so scared of our own bodies and not knowing what to do about it...."
".... well, you sure know NOW, huh?" His big hand grabbed my knee through the covers. "You've learned more in one day than I did over whole years.”
"Poppa?" I smiled nervously.
"What?"
"You want to join our 'Horny Club'?" I could barely ask the question, my voice all breathy.
He dug his hand into his shirt and rubbed his muscular, yet pliable, hair-forested pecs. His face looked serious and stern, making me instantly wish I hadn't asked--making me want to take it back.
"That depends." A slow smile spread over his wide lips. "....who's the President?"
"Tom, I think!" I started to giggle in relief. "It was his idea!"
Poppa leaned over and kissed my forehead, then pulled the covers to my chin and stood up. "I'd rather be in on things and know what's going on, than say 'no'. You’re not my flesh-in-the-blood real son, but you’ve come to be like one to me, and I don’t want you coming to any harm."
"Super!" I smiled.
"Thank th' lord we live on a farm," he walked to the door, his 6' 2", broad-shouldered body silhouetted by the light. "And thank god your momma made me plant that cedar hedge around it before she took off an' left us. I think we’re gonna need all the privacy we can get!"
"Goodnight, Poppa."
"Goodnight, Todd. You're a good boy. So are your buddies."
"So's Juan, Poppa."
"Yep. So's Juan. He must have helped you discover things you were bound to find out anyway. And stuff like this can turn out a whole lot worse...."
".... Billy Jacobs got Sally Rundle pregnant! They're dropping out’ta school come fall....."
"Yep!" he sighed. "This sure as shit could've been a whole lot worse!"
"None'a us can get pregnant, Poppa!"
"G'night, Todd."
"Thanks, Poppa. I love you...."
He paused. ".... love you too, boy. An' that's sure no lie...." he closed the door.
