Redneck Hollow

In the days following my erotic debut at Joe's Bar, some changes were influenced by the event. Dicky apologized to me for 'breaking up' with me as Coach Manly and he had 'fallen' for each other. Dicky would be moving to Big Top City with Coach. That triggered Ben Dover asking Daly Wood to move in with him. My father was relieved to hear Janus was now shacking up with old Dr. Hardbody's Irish weapon.

Happily I spent almost a whole hour on the phone with Izzy on Sunday. He and his granny live in the super small township of Buttsville. We talked about dumb things like favorite colors and TV shows. Favorite underwear style. He's studying to be an archeologist, loves history. 

His "Holy Roller" grandma apparently talks to God daily. As he has no privacy he keeps nothing "gay" in his room. She checks his room in the middle of the night to make sure he's not jacking off. And strangely, she checks his underwear drawer daily. Izzy honestly spoke about his desire to be free and live his own life.

I was taken back when he whispered, "I can't wait to lose my virginity." I got an instant erection. Still I wasn't ready to approach the big question ... do you think you're a bottom or a top. Not that it mattered, sort of. We made a dinner date at Redneck Hollow community college cafeteria.

On Tuesday I gathered up my ideas to visit Oral Bottom. Cowboy line dancing was Friday's theme. Saturday would be based on the leather thong and hat, Dad ordered on line for me. I borrowed the pickup, Dad's big project was painting the exterior of our cabin this week. I walked into Joe's Bar. Firmus A. Dick was at the bar drinking. "Hey, Firmus." He rose his glass to me.

Oral was talking to a man with raven hair and a beautiful body. Walking toward them, I heard, "Space theme on Friday. And I'll choreograph it as ballet stripping. Then ..."

"Hello, I'm Jack Harder, and I suspect you're my new partner." I stuck my hand and flashed an icy smile. I did not like what I was hearing.

The dude was sexy, six feet tall at least, his rich brown skin sent to a whisper to my dick. Full sensual lips and stunning facial features. But he ignored my hand and Oral Bottom fumbled his words, "Uh ... Junior .. uh.. this is Willie Swallow ... he's a professional stripper from Crotch Point."

"So, he's taking over?"

"I was hired to do so." What a bitch!

"Don't you want to learn from a professional, Junior?" Oral was weak. And I bet he's already sucked the bitch off.

I gave Oral a warm smile. "I get it and as long as I am apart of the decision making process. Fine."

"This week both shows are already done, I just have to teach you. And as you are no dancer that will take time." The bitch didn't even look at me. "Please take off your clothes."

I shot a frown at Oral. "Sure." The bitch was talking down to me but I complied. I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped my jeans.

Standing there clueless in my tighty-whities the dude circled around me. "You have a beautiful body. Legs, good and strong. Your ass is perfect. It needs to be featured. I can redo some choreography. Nice abs and ..."

Oh my God! Suddenly an 'out of control raging hard-on' stretching the front of my briefs. His compliments did this to me and his smell. So frigging manly.

"... and a large cock. Good." Then he grabbed my hot rod. "I hope you don't mind." Willie pulled my cock from my undies and caressed it. "Are you willing to have minor sexual activities with me on stage such as making out, a yank on the cock, feeling ass ... things of that nature?"

With a smile I answered. "I think my stiff cock already answered your question."

Oral bellowed out. "Oh yea!!"

Without pause, Willie got on his knees and swallowed my whole damn cock down his throat. My pre-cum gushed. Oral took his dick out and started wanking as he watched the blowjob. "This is so hot."

He was good, taking it deep and spitting on my dick a few times. Like a vacuum he polished my dick head. From the corner of my eye, I saw Firmus taking Oral's cock in his mouth. The bar owner placed his hands on his head and fucked the drunk's mouth savagely.

My breathing was getting labored as this most excellent blowjob artist drove me to one of the most provocative orgasms of my life. I just kept cumming. I hated him. I loved him. Oral was grunting. I yelled, "I'm cumming fast and furious."

Willie looked at me with sparkling eyes "Gimmie your jizz, fill my gullet." It felt like I was endlessly cumming. After he swallowed every drop of my seed, I pulled him up and we started making out.

Oral shouted out and dumped his load down the drunk's gut.

"Mr. Bottom did anyone film Jack's shows last Saturday?" Willie turned to me smiling, "you have very sweet cum."

Blushing I thanked him.

Oral took out his smart phone and found the vids. "Here's the first one."

After a while Willie remarked on how well I danced. "For someone without so much as a dance class under his belt, you shined. A good song and the Sailor outfit was cute." 

Watching the second show, he had comments. "The Jock theme was made for your good looks. Learn this. We never get totally naked. Flashing a dick or butthole is just fine, as you did. But we never reveal all. I'm looking forward to working with you and hearing your ideas."

Willie turned to Oral. "It will not be necessary to pay me more than a hundred a show, now that I know I have a competent partner. We start rehearsal tomorrow at nine am. Mr. Bottom, I appreciate you letting me stay at your home but find me a realtor, I think I'm gonna like it here in Redneck Hollow."

I said to myself, I'm gonna invite that man to lunch ... with cocktails.

Izzy Gaye

Pulling into the driveway of the address my new friend, Jack Jr. I saw no other vehicles. The house looked freshly painted. It was a cute cabin. I knocked on the door. Nothing. Knocked again. I assumed Jack was out. I walked to the backyard and discovered a small slow moving river what I came to find out was called the Lazy Jism River. The sparkly clean water beckoned me. I pulled my shirt off. Took my pants down. Giggling I dropped my blue briefs, sock and shoes. Now nekked in the great outdoors. Tasted my first dish of freedom, lovin' it. "I can breath!" 

And then I leaped into the water screaming like a kid. Jumping and splashing around the warm water.

"Who the hell are you!?" Came an angry manly voice.

I whipped my head up. My eyes fell upon the most beautiful man's man I'd ever seen. Huge muscles, 6' 4". He wore skin tight boxer briefs with a rainbow flag on the leg. No shirt. More importantly, the outline of the man's dick gave me a boner.

"Come on now, son. Come outta the water."

"I can't, sir."

"Why? Do you need help?" The man didn't sound angry anymore.

"No, sir."

"Talk to mr, son."

"I'm naked sir."

"We're both men, it's okay son."

"I have a ... er... a problem, sir."

"I'm gonna come in and pull you out if you ..."

I started walking out and the hot man saw my huge hard-on bouncing in the wind.

"A stiff dick is never a problem son. Are these your clothes?" The man asked

"Yes, sir." I answered and watched him slyly put my briefs under his nose.

I pointed to the rainbow flag on his boxers. "Does that mean you're gay?"

"Yes, now come on in, we'll get your body dried."

"I'm gay too, sir."

"Good. Where'd you come from?"

"Buttsville, sir."

Inside the beautifully decorated cozy cabin the Man brought a large towel and led him to the bathroom. "Use whatever you need. Shower if ya want! What's your name, son?"

"Isaac Gaye, but my friends call me, Izzy, sir." I'd finished drying myself off and reached for my briefs.

"I'm Jack Harder."

"That's who I was coming to see, sir." I pulled my briefs up excitedly. Since he stayed in his underwear, I decided not to put my pants on but I did put my t-shirt back on.

"You're a friend of my son, Jack Jr. That's great. He's at rehearsal. Take a seat."

"I met him at the Strip show, sir." I sat next to him on the sofa,

"Izzy, you don't have to call me sir all the time. Just call me Jack."

"Would it be wrong if I said, I like to call men, older men, sir?"

A sexy smile grew on his face. "Not at all. But to some people that means you're a submissive boy seeking a dominate man."

"Yes. Yes. I've been reading online, and though I haven't had sex yet, I think I'm a bottom. On the gay websites like GayDemon. They show young men being manhandled by older men. A man telling me what to do and how to do it ... makes me ... well ... to be blunt ... hard as wood.

"If you keep talking this way you're gonna give me wood." The hunk stated.

"Would that be a bad thing, sir?"

Jack was very quiet for a moment. "You're a horny virgin in the company of a well built dominate male who would love to bust your cherry. What you have to consider ... is this the right thing for you. Maybe you should wait, find someone your own age."

"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 ." I was so horny I was shaking. 

"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." I took a breath. "So yes, sir, I think you're the man I need to introduce me to these new feelings both physically and mentally"

Jack wasted no time pulling me into an embrace. Our lips locked. He drove his tongue deeply in my mouth. Our hands explored each other bodies. I just trembled as he picked me up and walked me to his bed. He laid me down gently, pulled my briefs down and fondled my hardness. His hot mouth came down on my dick, up and down. I moaned passionately I reached for the bulge in his underwear and in doing so was able pull them down. I so wanted to taste his cock. My tongue reached his piss slit with man goo already dripping out. The warm cream I lapped up like a puppy. 

As he sucked on my cock, I felt his index finger poking at my tight entrance. We had managed a sixty-nine position. I swallowed his dick head savoring the man juices. Jack reached over to nightstand and retrieved some lubricant. Squeezing the tube of lube over my hole, his finger pushed the anal-ease inside. Then he used two fingers widening my hole. More lube. Taking the fingers out he whispered, "One finger will enter and go deep, it's headed to your prostate .You'll know when I rub it, trust me."

Working on sucking his big cock was a joy. His smell. His pre-spooge. His sweat. I got half of it in my mouth started moving up and down. Jack reached his destination. My body shuddered. I howl in pleasure. A wave of overwhelming sensation tingled around man pussy. His wet dick popped outta my mouth. My hole quivered as he stroked the prostate. He added digits as he finger fucked my dainty hole. With four fingers swirling around my rectum I felt a mounting conclusion. 

"I'm gonna plant seeds in yer belly now. You want my fat cock?" Jack whispered.

And all I could say was, "Fuck me, Daddy!"

Jack repositioned us. I was on all fours now, he approached me from behind.  His dick knocked at my bung door and then slowly he inched in. My anus seemed to open for him. Another push, more pleasure. He was widening my perspective. He told me half was in. I felt full, tingled and when the last of it was shoved in, I screamed out like a girl scout on fire. "I'm inside you boy!!"

Though he started slow his pace increased. Every bump to my prostate I felt a white heat, burning desire. Jack's speed went up. I could tell he was horny and probably could cum but I wanted more. "Give it to me. Give it to me good. I want your fat cock up my untouched hole."

"I'm cumming up the tighest hole I have ever fucked." Jack bellowed triggering an avalance of sperm erupting in my pink hole. When I felt his cum blast, I grabbed my dickus yanked it four times and spread a half gallon of spunk all over Jack who licked it up.

Jack Jr. texted his father that he was spending the night with the new dancer. "which means he's getting a new dick up his butt. Good for him."

Redneck Hollow Chapter 8 coming soon.