Redneck Hollow

Love

Cha-Cha Changes

Enrolling in Redneck Hollow community college was such a big step for me. I didn't even know what I wanted to study yet. Dad kept suggesting majors. I've always thought I was a smooth-talker, maybe Public Relations. But where the hell would I work in this bumpkin Town?

Downtown Redneck Hollow is two short streets. There is a law practice, Sheriff's office, Laundromat, general store, hardware, 2 bars, second-hand shop, Comcrap cable, two empty stores and a real estate office. The only choice would be to move to Big Top City. And I am not leaving my father behind. I thought deeply. And it hit me upside my head. Real estate, of course. Got to my computer to check that the college offers ... YES, a two year program. Dance on Saturday and Friday, Study on Sunday.

Dad came home with his head hung low. "Well, I wish I wasn't the one who has to tell you that Oral Bottom died in the middle of an ecstasy fueled orgasm brought on by the talented tongue of Firmus A. Dick. He died with smile on his face."

"Oral died during oral, atta boy! Sadly no more Joe's Bar."

"Suprise! Suprise! Oral and Firmus have been married for seven years. Been together 30 years. There's going to be a memorial at Joe's. Firmus wants you two to do a special dance. Bar ain't going anywhere. Firmus is, of course, the town drunk. He inherits everything."

I called Willie but he already knew, of course, about the memorial. He suggested we share a sexual striptease in Oral's honor and decided it would be a 'locked door' event. We made a date for that evening. For the first time in the two weeks since we've been attached at the hip, we ended our phone call with "I love you." followed by "I love you back." I meant it. So did he.

At Last

My son was registering for college on-line for the up coming semester. I love that he'd be in the same school with Izzy. I'm not good with wording my feelings or emotions but I feel such an attachment to Izzy since that first night we spent together. It bothers me that I am 20 years older than him. I feel like I'm doing something wrong. But then again, I fucked my own son. So maybe it's all okay. Yea, we'll go with that.

His speech to me, the night he bared his soul is a forever memory I will always cherish.

"I came over here to ask your son to ... bust my cherry coz he's the first person that met some of my expectations ... and then you waltz in wearing tight underwear. Commanding me with that manly voice, shouting at me. I got such an instant erection. Walking out of the water with a hard-on turned me on. To be exposed to you in all my virginal glory! To be free! Nekked. You staring down at me. So, yes, sir, I think you're the man I need to introduce me to these new feelings both physically and mentally."

I made my mind up in a New York minute. I wanted to marry Izzy. Protect him. Laugh with him. I went straight to him. I ordered him to follow me. I took him to my bedroom in the cabin. I stripped him. I commanded him to lie on the bed with his ass in the air. Such a smooth white perfectly round butt. His pink hole quivering and begging for my tongue. I plastered my mouth on his well-stretched hole, tonguing him deeply. The boy's anticipation pooled on the head of his dick, pre-cum drool. I lubed up my throbbing cock, took a wet finger and jammed it up his hole.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard!"

I raised his legs up, his puckered hole came into view. I had to suck on it for a bit, tonguing deeply. I thrusted my tongue again rimming him deeply. I think I am addicted to his anus, his sweet hole. My cock was engorged. As I rubbed my head on his wet hole, his anus pulsated. Slowly I entered the tight canal. His constant 'Ahhhh! Oh yea, Ow, Ow, oh yea, oh yea. ah! ah! ah!" His words turned me on.

And so I ramped up my cock, pushing the limits of his anus. He took my pounding. He wanted me. He wanted more. Then I became verbal leading to blasting his hole with my hot cum!

When the heavy breathing subsided, I drew him close to my body. And at last whispered a question in his ear, "will you marry me?"

"Oh my dear Lord, yes. I love you!"

Oh My God
Together in Willie's bedroom, we were on his bed making out. He was jacking me as I jacked him. Earlier he propped up a mirror on my side of the bed. I had confessed to him that I loved watching his big black dick conquer my pink hole, thrusting in and out. Slamming me with love. 

The mirror made it easier for me to watch him impaled me with stroke after stroke. His tight leopard print bikini briefs were around his ankles. I causally slipped them off and held them up to my nose, inhaling them deeply. His manly smells made my cock stiffer. Willie reached for the lube, squeezed some on his middle finger. The digit found it's way to my throbbing whore hole. Entering me deeply I squirmed. He fucked me with the finger for a bit. That was only a beginning I knew my man was planning something. My man withdrew his finger with a pop. Now he wiggled two fingers opening up my hole just a little bit more.

We shared the underwear's aroma while kissing as he continued slowly fucking me with two fingers. "I tell you what, if I could live up your loving hole, I'd move in tomorrow, white boy. You know why I was rude to you, the day we met?"

"Why?"

As he answered I felt a third finger poking at my love hole. I was getting a three finger fuck. Even Dad had only put two fingers up my anus. "I thought you were so beautiful that some like you would never date someone like me."

Now I'm here to tell you, Willie Swallow is an extremely good looking man of color, his features include stunning lips, high cheek bones and a centered nose. His body is lithe with the muscles of a dancer. And as he began slipping a fourth finger up my begging man cunt, he drove his tongue deeply into my mouth. "I love you Jack, I'll love you forever." His hand swirled around. I loved the feeling of his fingers.

I spread my legs more. He repositioned himself. "Go on, do it."

"What?" Willie asked.

"Fist me."

"Yes, sir!!" He grabbed more lube. "There was more pushing as my butthole opened up like a flower and accepted his fist. Watching him in the mirror, I felt my hard-on get harder. I gasped moaning in ecstasy. I could only see his wrist in the mirror now. The fulfilling feeling of having him inside me set fireworks off in my brain. His lips kissed my ear and he asked, "Will you marry me?"

"Yes, Baby."