Baitin' with Mr. Hiscock

As Seth’s cock gently slides out of Mike well-lubed and cum-soaked hole. Once released from the gooey cum-prison, the once clutched ass belches a sigh of anxious relief after being freed of a vicious cock-monster. Colby rushes in, like a vulture on a decaying piece of animal carcass and devours the lather-cum-drenched piece of man-meat. The nearly 30-year-old man savors the consumption of this cream-coated man-sausage. Mike is envious that he does not get all of Seth’s seed, that which was not deposited in his ass. Seth’s slobbered up and cum drenched cock is happily swallowed down to its ever furry-covered hilt into Colby’s accommodating mouth, what does not make it down his gullet seeps from the corner of his overstretched mouth.

Like a ring on the finger signifying his undying devotion to his beloved wife, Seth’s cum makes a visible cum-circle around Colby’s mouth, creating a visibly white cum-created mustache.

Seth’s body jerks and spasms as the last drips are dribbling from his welled-up and sweaty balls. He is spent, but time and age, he can go again.

He bucks his hips as Colby drains and swallows the last vestiges of his dripping manly seed.

“AAAHHHH! AAAHHHH!”

Seth’s cockhead is extra sensitive now, making him jump like a Mexican Jumping Bean as he responds to the darting and daring tongue of Colby’s slick skills.

“I AM GONNA CUM!”

Mike screams as his own cock explodes, showering Seth and Colby with his young man-seed. On his chest and face with the blessed creamy anointing, Seth is happily blanketed. There are thick white gobs of youthful man-seed spattering on Seth’s facial fur and chest hair. There are strings of white and clear man-seed criss-crossing in random patterns on the older man’s salt-and-peppered maturity.

Mike falls back onto Seth’s overhanging legs. He is splayed open like a discarded ragdoll in a ceremonial offering. His vulnerability is apparent to the three men.

His chest is heaving from his pleasure-filled physical exertions. His chest rises and falls as the last rivers of his seed are unleashed. His breathing is exhausted and loud as his preciousness is expelled.

Seth can see the puckered and sopping wet hole of the youthful boy who just devoured his steely skyscraper-like cock into his hairy crack, which is now less than a foot from his scruffy face. He breathes in these languishing scents and odors. It reeks of powerfully intense fuck.

“I LOVE YOUR CUM-CREAM!” Colby proclaims, “THE PROTEIN GIVES ME STRENGTH.”

Colby is licking Mike’s cum from Seth’s face.

“Eat all you want, Col, ole boy,” Seth says, “I’ll have more for you later. I am sure the boy will, too.”

Colby’s cock points majestically toward the bright afternoon sun high in the noonday sky, letting the men know that he has not given what he has to the threesome gathered by the pond. His bait needs to be taken.

Mike is still heaving in his exhaustion as he slowly recovers.

“Git off me, boy,” Seth orders.

Mike slides himself from the slickness created by him and Seth’s sexual coupling. Like a puddle of spent energy, he waddles up into a seated position. He is seated next to Seth as he rights himself on the tailgate.

“WHOOOO-WHEEEE, I FUCKING NEEDED THAT!” Seth exclaims, “I ain’t had myself, a good hearty fuck in quite a while.”

“Your wife not giving you any, Boss?” Colby says.

“Don’t bring her into this. Besides she quit letting me fuck her pussy a long time ago,” Seth says, “Besides, Colby, I prefer Mike’s tight little ass, anyway.”

“Thanks, Boss,” Mike says, as he plops his bare feet onto the ground, “Many prefer my charms. Many men do. Last one in gets his ass plugged next.”

They all dart for the sunshine reflected water from the back of the truck taking off into a yelping gallop towards the pond.

***

They splash about in a loose circle, each able to look into the piercing eyes of the man next to him with their heads bobbing about, like orange corks on the end of a thin filament of a fishing line with the bait under the water.

Seth ducks gulping down the clear waters of the spring-fed pond, he shoots the water from his mouth like a spurting fountain.

Colby swims between the two men, like a tadpole dodging itself between the feet of a trampling giant.

Mike stands. His chest is rising above the surface of the rippling waters created by their bodies. He is glaring at the two other men near him.

“AAHHHHH!” Seth sighs, loudly, “This water feels great, but I am starving.”

“Did you bring the food, Mike?” Colby and Seth ask as if on a timed cue.

“Yep. The food is all in the fridge, Colby,” Mike answers, “Who wants a steak?”

“I do,” Colby says.

“I sure as shit, do,” Seth says, “I lost a lot of cum in that ass of yours.”

***

The steak knife slices through the meaty thick tee-bone, the juices of the medium well-cooked steak release their own pent-up juices upon the plate. He sops up the beef au jous with an oversized piece of buttery Texas Toast. The clear juices are savored in Seth’s mouth, fueling him for more of the anticipated amorous activity that is sure to happen as the sun sets this day.

He does a loud sigh as another piece of steak passes over his parted lips.

Excess meat fat and other juices escape from the corner of his mouth falling onto his bare and hairy chest. He rakes his thick fingers through his beef oil-drenched fur and brings the fattiness to his lips.

His naked cock jumps in his lap, stirred by the action.

The meat of the cow is energizing his abated lusts.

RING. RING. RING. RING.

A cell phone beckon.

“Hello,” Seth says, “How are you, honey?”

Seth listens, responding as questions are asked of him.

“Yes. I am eating. Yes. Yes. I have had my vegetables and protein.”

He nods to the other men seated around the picnic table.

“What protein?

He pauses.

“OH! We are eating steaks, right now, the ones, Mike brought. Mmmm. Yes, I told you he was going to meet us here.”

He paces around the porch off from the table. His cock is swaying like a swaying pendulum, drooping down from between his thighs.

“Honey, my steak is getting’ cold. I will call you later, okay. Honey. Bye. Bye.”

He turns his cell off.

“So, it was the ole ball and chain?” Mike asks.

“Shut the fuck up!” Seth snarls.

“Has Seth, Jr. gotten home for the weekend from college?” Colby asks, concern in his voice, as a father would show on an out-of-control delinquent son.

“Not yet? She is still waiting on him,” Seth answers, “It’s why she called.”

“He’ll be there soon enough. One thing about your son…is that he is reliable.” Colby says.

“Yep. He is as sure as the rising sun. He gets that from his mother,” Seth interjects.

Mike nods his head in a sly sorta way.

“Yep,” Mike says.

“UH! What?” Randy interjects.

“Nothing,” Mike casually answers.

They finish eating their steaks, grilled potatoes and Texas Toast and numerous longnecks of bottled beer.

“I needed that,” Mike says, “The boss man more than tore up my ass, earlier.”

“Yep, when is it gonna be my turn to fuck his ass?” Colby says.

The men are seating in three identical deck chairs on the screened-in porch of the tiny house.

Their three pairs of legs are spread, as wide as they can get them.

Each man looks to the man next to him. They are mirroring the moves of the other. They are running their fingertips along the inside each of their thighs. These motions are making their cock jump wildly from the tickle-like sensation.

Mike is fondling his cock playing special attention to his extremely low hanging balls, twirling them around in his fingers like an oversized marble.

Colby has wet his fingertips with some saliva and is tickling the pee-hole with his slobber, coxing some of his juice deep from his balls.

Seth has his shaft between his two hands, his fingers lightly touching this blood-infused shaft, letting them travel up and up the length of his massive cock, watching it grow from his manipulations.

There is a chorus of soft moans between the trio of seated and open leg-splayed men. Gentle cooing ooh’s and mmm’s pour forth from each the men’s mouths as they are wrapped up in the wonderment of their steel-like throbbing cocks.

“Can I join in?” a deep youthful familiar bass voice pipes in through the stillness of the caught off trio.

“WHAT!” Seth says shocked as he looks toward the deep resonating voice and sees a familiar face peering though the screen door, “JUNIOR? JUNIOR?”

“Yep, it’s me, dad, your one and only son,” the 19-year-old namesake of Seth glares with his angular nose pressed hard against the screen on the outside.

His cut-offs nudged intimately close against the screen door, humping it.

A noticeable bulge is apparent in his frayed cut-off jeans making a rather large lumpy mound in the barely-there pants.

The chirping of crickets and other night creatures sing their choruses as the moon shines down from the star-blanketed heavens, bathing him in an eerie glow.

“WHAT! WHAT! Where is your truck?” Seth squawks, bouncing in his seat in nervousness, “I didn’t hear anyone drive up.”

“It’s down the road,” Junior says, “I thought I’d surprise y’all.”

“Uh, huh,” Seth says.

“It appears I did,” Junior says.

Seth nods his head.

To be concluded in Part 4

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