Baitin' with Mr. Hiscock

Mike brushes his smooth, an almost hairless face against the scruffiness of Seth’s unshaved day-old growth.

Seth moans. While his hand wanders down to his Wrangler-jean restrained cock. He squeezes the cock through his jeans, fueling it more, forcing more of his hot red blood into it as it plumps, filling the many veins that course through this mighty appendage.

Mike groans.

He groans again, louder, as desire and youthful passion overtakes him.

He can feel Seth’s cock that is being forced and rubbed roughly against his naked flesh through his bosses’ tight jeans.

Colby sighs at the amorous sight of the pair whom is wildly thrashing about like two untamed savages while they stand pressed tight against one another in the grass.

A droplet of clear pre-cum drips, exits, ever so slowly, from the tiny little piss-slit on the tip of the young man’s cock. Seth reaches for it, getting these pearly-little drops of Mike’s essence on his fingertips and sucks it as it hangs lazily on his stubby digits.

Mike moans, again, as a larger dollop forces its way out of his throbbing cock.

The roughness of their contact swells Mike’s cock to even greater proportions of statute-like hardness.

Seth runs his calloused hands over the ridged washboard-like abs of the younger man. His knuckles ride, caresses, and crests over these ridges of the heaving flesh of the 18-year-old. His hands snake down to the younger man’s damp treasure trail, his rough fingers twiddle with the fine hairs that are drying in the early afternoon sun.

Mike’s slender cock points up, though nowhere near as big of girth as the other two men. Its length far surpasses theirs, appearing more like a flesh-toned thick pencil.

“Git naked, boss,” Colby shouts out from the serene waters of the shallow pond. He is standing, with his cock, peeking through the water like an up-raised periscope.

Mike’s lithe fingers find the many button-snaps of Seth’s western style shirt. He unsnaps them, one by one, revealing the blessed hairiness underneath. Once he reaches the end, he flings the shirt aside revealing Seth’s chest.

The package is now fully revealed in Seth’s tight jeans, as his cock struggles to breathe in the fabric-prison.

“Let me help you with that,” Mike says as he swiftly unbuttons the jeans of his burly boss and foreman.

Like a tense rattlesnake, coiled up and ready to strike, Seth’s cock springs forth like an unleashed viper from these now open and parted pants.

“DAMN! DAMN!”

Seth roars once the beast uncoiled.

A sound echoed by both naked men, Mike, and Colby squeal, over the sight of Seth’s gracious endowment.

Not wanting to waste the potent seminal fluid, that is steadily leaking from Seth’s magic fountain. Mike squats and eagerly savors the clear fluid that Seth is offering. He licks the gift, taking the bulb-like cockhead into his mouth. Like a mega-jawbreaker, the cock in his mouth is more than a mouthful.

“SUCK THAT COCK, BOY,” Colby orders from the shallowness of the still pond, where he stands steadily stroking his now barely submerged cock.

Seth sighs loudly. His moans are loud at this quiet noontime. The sounds of the hurried slurping on his swelled 12-inch cock are keeping Seth on bated edge.

His pants are gathered about his Brogans.

No wanting to waste the opportunity, Seth is face-fucking his young charge’s mouth with ever-increasing momentum and speed. His hips hit the young lad in his fresh face with such force each smack causes more cum to be expelled from his massive ‘baited fishing pole.’ His groans grow in ever increasing hectic volume.

“I have to sit down,” Seth loudly shouts, “I have to get these damned boots off.”

They both walk to the bed of the pick-up.

Seth sits his naked ass on the tailgate. The rod and reels and the other paraphernalia brought along for this faux fishing trip. They fall, clanging about loudly onto the bed on the truck.

Seth’s boots fall from his size 13 feet to the packed Georgia earth.

Mike grabs the legs of Seth’s jeans, yanking them off his bosses’ legs in one swift and hurried motion and throwing them away like a used and discarded paper towel into the trash.

“Lay down!” Mike orders.

Seth does not hesitate. He does as he is asked.

He falls back.

On his back, he finds an open spot among the clutter of the fishing tackle and bait.

Like a sequoia standing high among the lesser trees, his cock points skyward like a missile ready to be fired. His cock waits to be savored.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Mike bellows out in unabashed glee and excitement.

“Wait for me!”

Colby shouts from the pond as he walks toward the truck. The water is streaming off his body in tiny rivulets.

Mike crawls onto the bed of the truck. His young cock twitching uncontrollably flinging clear pre-cum from the tip into the gentle rustling wind.

He stands over his splayed and now-naked boss.

“What a sweet ass, you have,” Seth says as he leers up into the excessively hairy crack of the boy’s ass looming and towering over him.

“RIDE ME, BOY!” Seth orders, “RIDE THIS COCK! MILK ME WITH THAT SWEET LITTLE ASS OF YOURS!

As if on some command, Seth’s missile of a cock, leaks some of its precious coolant from its release value. This liquid crawls down his crowned cockhead from the upward pointing projectile.

“HUH! HUH!” the loud audible moans of Colby bellows.

He is standing over the bed of the truck anxiously watching Mike preparing himself to squat and be impaled on his bosses’ cock.

“RIDE THAT COCK, BOY!” Colby orders.

Mike looks to his few years older co-worker; a smile slyly creeps across his face.

“I intent to, damn it, I want it.”

Mike says, confidently, with an overabundance of assurance in his voice.

Seth can see Mike’s ass ‘wink’ at him as more cum-seepage leaks from his cock.

Mike slowly lowers himself onto Seth’s cock, the distance between his ass and the glaringly self-lubed and upright cock grows shorter as he squats, lower. Lower.

His ass hairs tickle the bulbous head of Seth’s cock.

Seth flinches.

He stops as his ass locks itself, like a vice onto Seth’s cock, before slowly swallowing it, deep into his tight hole.

Seth cries out as he is squeezed tighter and tighter by Mike’s fragile but forcible little ass.

“AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!” Seth moans.

“UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHH! UUUUHHHHHHH!” Mike responds, likewise, as his ass devours Seth’s offering fully into him.

“You’ve caught a big one, boss, on your rod,” Colby says as he moves to the tailgate where he can see Seth grinding up and down, rocking and rolling, in Mike’s ass, “Your bait was more than big enough to land that tight whopper of an ass.”

“UUUUHHHHH! UUUUHHHHH!” Seth moans.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME, BOSS!” Mike screams.

The lubed cock, slides in and out of the ass, which keeps its gyrating motions on Seth’s hard and erect cock. The squishy sounds feel the natural quiet void of the outdoors.

Colby strokes his cock as the Mike rides Seth’s cock like a bronco.

Not wanting to miss out, Colby leans in and gently wipes his tongue across the hairy balls of his boss tasting the offering by both men.

The sweat, along with the excessive leaking pre-cum that is created from the plunge-like fucking of Mike’s ass spills out with each entry of Seth’s 12-incher. Cum heavily coats the hairy pair of Seth’s semen-filled nuts. He can taste Mike too as he whisks away another musky scent of their shared man-juices onto his elongated tongue. They taste like bittersweet nectar from the sex-gods the more Mike lets himself be impaled by Seth’s flesh.

“UUUUUHHHHHH! UUUHHHHHHHH!”

Mike moans fill the vast openness of the area by the homestead and pond.

With each striking impalement upon Seth’s flesh-stake, Mike’s beastly hollering magnifies.

The rocking of Mike on Seth’s tool tickles his sensitive prostate driving him deeper into ecstasy oblivion.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Mike yells.

Mike’s bucking ass squeezes Seth’s cock, tighter and tighter.

Colby’s tongue gulps up what Mike and Seth are releasing from their gyrations.

The cum makes the fucking easier and easier.

Like a wild dog, Colby laps up the juices of the wildly thrashing pair.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Mike squeals as he places his right hand on the hairy sweat-soaked chest of Seth, trying to steady himself. Mike bucks harder and harder on Seth’s shaft. Seth’s hairiness between his fingers, this manliness excites him more.

The cum flings like clumsy raindrops from his slinging back and forth cock as the fuck-dance continues and intensifies on the back of Seth’s truck.

Seth can feel Colby’s tongue as Mike impales himself on his cock.

The velvety soft mushy interior of Mike’s tender hole milks Seth every time gravity forces Mike’s body back onto his. He spreads the tender ass wider as it accommodates Seth’s hearty girth.

He holds back a scream.

His head is spinning.

The heat is getting to him.

The fucking is getting to him.

Colby’s tongue is getting to him.

Mike’s ass is getting loose with each ride of him on Seth.

Mike’s eyes have rolled back into his head as he brought closer to the brink.

His mumbles are barely discernible.

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!”

Seth screams as he barrels one last time into Mike’s ass.

He explodes.

Seth’s milky cum is filling Mike’s cavernous cavity that is still squeezing him like a vice on his swelled knob.

He can feel the excess sloshing out of the sweet tender inside of Mike’s sweet little ass while Colby’s tongue continues to sop up the excess which is being spilt from the eaves of the stretched cavern.

To be continued in Part 3

Note: Hiscock is an actual surname and not a creation for literary purposes.