Three by the Creek

Author’s Note: There is mention of “cock cheese.” So, if that isn’t your thing, you can’t say I didn’t give you fair warning!

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There was no doubt I was a different breed growing up. When I thumbed through the old Sears catalog, I paid extra special attention to the men’s underwear section. Most of the underwear was on the mannequins, but my groin still got a rise out of what was supposed to be there. I developed a curiosity for cock from there, and soon I was beating off and fantasizing about the various men’s cock around my neighborhood.

Then one day, shy of my twentieth birthday, I was walking along a railroad track and came to a trestle above a large wide creek. I went down under it and discovered a lean-to. I went into it, and there was an old mattress and a fire pit with a grill and a coffee pot. I also saw a magazine sticking out from under the mattress. When I pulled it out, I saw it was a specialty catalog called Undergear. I started thumbing through it. There were pictures of real men wearing skimpy briefs that showed off their cocks and balls. Since no one was around, I started stroking my hard-on for my usual relief. I could easily see the head of the models’ cocks outlined in the pouches of some of the briefs, and some of the underwear was actually see-through, so I could plainly make out the details of their bulges.

I was so on the edge I didn’t even hear anyone walk up on me. “Looks like you like my spank book, boy.”

I turned to look up and there was the wall of man right beside me, more than twice my age and nearly twice my size with a bushy blonde beard and shirtless, showing off his dark hairy chest and formidable gut. I took note of his powerful legs as he shucked off his pants wearing a pair of thread-bare briefs that were stained yellow and bulging with his big, hard cock.

The man stood on the mattress and ordered in a rough baritone, “C’mere!”

I got to my knees, and he grabbed my head and shoved my face into his crotch. His scent of sweat and piss and cum and outdoors was overpowering. I breathed deeply as I nuzzled my face into his smelly underwear.

He pulled his ball sack out of his leg holes and commanded, “Lick my balls, boy.”

I was in euphoria. I was finally going to get to taste a real man. Damn, if he didn’t have a real roof over his head. I licked in a frenzy, tasting his pissy, cummy, sweaty, flavorful nut pouch. Then I sucked his balls into my mouth, pressing my nose into his smelly sack and inhaling deeply as my tongue busily lapped over his nuggets.

He then grabbed me by the hair and pushed my mouth onto his bulging boner. As my saliva permeated the thin dirty fabric of his warm briefs, the man’s nasty flavors also came alive in my mouth. I eagerly slavered up and down his eight inches, sucking up the flavors of his piss and cum.

“Oh, you’re a hungry boy,” he said. “Just the kind of boy I’d like for a son. You want to be my son and suck Pa’s cock?

“Yes, sir,” I said. “Please, Pa, let me suck your big, enormous prick. I’ll be a good nasty boy for it.”

“Ok,” he ordered as he kicked off his briefs. “Strip off your clothes, boy.”

Much like his face, a huge blonde bush engulfed his cock and balls. His stiff cock jutted out over his low-hanging, hairy bull balls, and his wet piss hole peeked out at the tip of his foreskin.

I moved to his side, pressed my thick dick against his hairy thigh and crooked my legs around his, rubbing my hands over his furry belly, chest and back. I tweaked and pinched his nipples as I raised his arm and licked his sweaty pit.

He grabbed my boner, stroked it, and said, “You got a nice boy cock, son, and it’s fatter than mine. I’m gonna have me some of that, but right now, why don’t you get on your knees and kiss Daddy’s piss hole?”

I quickly knelt down, grabbed his stiff shaft, and lovingly kissed his wet piss slit. I smeared his precum across my lips. Then I pulled his foreskin over the knob and munched the overhang with my lips as I ran my hand through his thick crotch hair, fingering and pulling on his ball sack.

The main juice seeping out of his pisser was delicious. I wanted more. I stuck my tongue into the fold of his foreskin and swirled it over his wet, velvety knob, tasting his emissions and his pungent, tart cock cheese. It made me feel nasty and dirty, and I loved it! I eagerly tongued around the rim, sucking in his cheese. I pulled back his hood and quickly covered his wet cock bulb with my mouth, sucking and savoring his piss hole’s flow of cock sap.

“That’s a good boy,” he said. “Suck your Pa’s big pool stick. You’re your Pa’s nasty little cock slut. Suck that cock cream out of my balls, cum sucker. I’m gonna fill your cock-hungry mouth with my hot, thick sperm, boy.”

I went down on his shaft, bobbing my head until I had him down my throat. I gagged a couple of times, but I wanted his throbbing shaft to feed me his jism.

I grabbed his meaty, hairy asscheeks and pulled him deeper. As he fucked my throat, I ran my fingers across his butt hole. It was wet and slimy. I easily shoved three fingers up his hole. He groaned and I felt the first spurt of his load shoot into my mouth. I pulled back so that my lips just covered his knob and felt his rich, thick cock puddle on my tongue. I milked his shaft, and I was rewarded with a couple more spurts of tasty semen.

“You’re a good cocksucker, son. Did you like the taste of my cream?”

“Yes, Pa,” I agreed licking my wet fingers and smiled.

“Well, that’s good, boy, because I just got back from the park john where I had a half-dozen horny men breed my ass. You want a taste?”

He moved on all fours and spread his legs wide.

“Oh, yes,” I licked my lips. “I wanna lick your hairy fuck hole good. I’ll be a good nasty ass eater, Pa.”

I could see droplets of cock dew sticking to the hairs on his ass cleft. I licked up one side and then the other, then up and down his crevice. The powerful sweat, cummy masculine odors made me rabid with desire, and I attacked his puckering, dripping fuck slot like a pig in a truffle patch. I drilled my tongue into his hot, sloppy hole feverishly sucking and wriggling and fucking. I couldn’t get enough as he spread wider and humped back on my anal assault.

After a good while of ass worship, I heard him say, “Son, Pa is such a slut. Sick your fat boy cock in my slut hole, will ya? Ride my prick-loving ass, boy. Gimme your fuckin’ rod, son.”

I got on his hairy back and stuffed my prick up in the warm wetness that was his sloppy hole.

“Is this want Pa wants? You like my fat boy prick sliding up in your faggot pussy, Pa? I bet your daddy fucked you when you were a young buck. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” he confessed as I flipped him on his back. I rammed his manhole listening to him let out a high-pitch squeal like it was the first cock he ever took. I mauled his hairy tits and pinched his nipples as he told his story. “Daddy caught me in the neighbor’s barn. The neighbor found out that his three boys were passing me around like a hot potato and neither he nor his brother Earl was going to be left out. Then the farmer’s helper and the veterinarian came in and they took turns fucking my ass and mouth. I loved being their slut. Their cum wads tasted so good and their stiff poles felt so good up my butt, son. Like home! Then Daddy came in on the commotion. The look of horror spread over his face. I was being spit roasted by the latter two while the finished five looked like they could’ve gone again. But I was happy, at home. After they were done, Daddy came over to me. I was looking for him to scold me or scoop me up, but he did neither. He said ‘Every county got a few nancy boy’s around. I’d never think in a million years that one would ever spring forth from my cock.’ Before I could say anything, he whipped out his cock and told me to get back on the cock my faggot ass came from.’ ‘Oh, Daddy, no.’ ‘Daddy, your cock, you fuck me so good!’”

He was lost in his memories as I shoved my fat prick into his fuck slot. “Oh, yes, Daddy!” He squealed. “Stuff my cunt! Ram that big fucking pipe up my ass! Give me your fuck seed! Breed me, Daddy!”

And I did just that. I dripped of sweat and panted.

As I got dress, I said, “I sure would’ve liked to have met your Dad, Pa. He sounds like he was a good fuck in a sea of good fucks.”

“C’mon back next week. I’ll see if I can pull him away from the moonshine operation, boy.”

I left the trestle and thought I‘d check out the park john. After all, my trestle pa told me he had lots of fun there, getting his hairy asshole fucked and drinking loads of cream. My prick tingled at the thought of pleasuring a cock.

When I got there, the john was empty. It was just after lunch and I figured the rush had vanished. There were three stalls, and I went into the first one, right next to the two urinals. There was about a four-inch hole in both walls and there were no doors on the stalls.

I flipped the front of my shirt up over the back of my neck and pushed my shorts and briefs down around my ankles. There were all kinds of nasty graffiti on the walls, drawings of cocks and asses. “Hungry perv wants to suck the cum out of your cock.” “Fuck my horny asshole.” “I need prick.” “I’m a suck and fuck fanatic–gimme that horny prick cream.” My prick was stiff in no time.

I heard the door open and close, and through the hole in the wall., I saw an older man go up to the pisser. He had a salt-and-pepper beard. I watched through the hole as he unzipped, looked my way, and smiled. He took his cock and balls out. He had dense, black hair covering his balls and groin. A nice, cut cock a half an inch smaller than the last hung over his big ball sack. He just let it hang as he watched me ogle it.

He must have been able to tell I was watching him because out of nowhere, he said, “Would ya give a dad a hand, boy?”

I left my shorts and briefs in the stall, and naked, went to the stand next to him.

“Hold my dick, boy,” he ordered. “Grab my fuckin’ cock. I can tell you’re a cock lover.”

I grabbed his cock and held it as it started to trickle. I moved closer to him and rubbed my hard cock against his hairy leg. He put his left hand against my butt crack, rubbing a finger up and down the crevice and pushing on my pucker. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair with his right hand and pulled my face down on his prick.

“Smell the hot piss, boy? Open your mouth and really taste it. Dad likes a nasty boy,” he said as he pushed his fucking finger all the way into my poop chute.

Oh shit! That felt so good! I liked this dirty dad. I opened my mouth and took in his knb and his strong, hot piss stream. A lot of it gushed out of my mouth, but I swallowed a few trickles, and it wasn’t bad. It made me feel nastier and hotter as my dripping cock smeared precum on his leg.

When his stream stopped, he reached in his pocket, took out a tube, opened it, and put some goop on his fingers. I knew what was cocking next. My tongue swept over his velvety cockhead. He tapped his greasy fingers against my butt hole as he unfastened his pants with one hand and let them drop. He slid two slick fingers into my hole while I sucked his leaking cock and ran my hands over his hairy legs and thighs. I caressed his pendulous ball sack and grabbed his hairy asscheeks, pulling his rigid prick deeper into my throat.

“Yeah, that’s Dad’s good soldier. Get it nice and slick for your hole. You need that prick up your tight little hole, don’t you, boy?”

I moved my ass back to his probing fingers and squeezed them with my sphincter as I moaned in agreement. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to bend over. I obeyed and spread my cheeks as an invitation.

He slid his hard shaft right up my fuck hole. It felt so good having my butt hole filled with cock. I pushed back, fucking myself on his big shaft.  “Yeah, Dad! Gimme your fuck pole! Breed my horny boy cunt! Your prick feels so good! Oh, Dad, cornhole me! Cornhole your boy!” Just then, another man came in. He had a black goatee wearing a short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts. His legs and arms were covered with black hair.

My fucker said to him. “Come on in. The teen’s hungry for cock. Give him something to suck on.”

The guy came forward and let his shorts drop to the ground. His cock grew in his briefs. He stepped up and pressed his bulge in my face. His sweaty, manly scent excited me. I grabbed his briefs and whipped them down. His hard cock struck out from his crotch. I dove on it, sucking and licking his juices. I loved being stuffed at both ends with man cock.

The second guy was just unbuttoning his shirt as another guy came in. This man was a little bit younger than the other two. He has shorts, blond hair and a moustache, and he was obviously there to play.

He kicked off his shorts, revealing his stiffening cock, and stood next to the guy that was feeding me. He slid his knob into my mouth as he kneaded the second guy’s hairy tit.

Soon they were fingering each other’s asshole and kissing as I jacked their hard-ons and sucked their juices. They started breathing heavily and snorting in a frenzied lust. Then their delicious, thick wads of sperm filled my mouth. As I swallowed and sucked the rich man’s cream, my fucker daddy groaned and came in my asshole.

After they left, I hung around for another hour and a half and took several more spunk loads down my throat and up my ass. I even fed a couple of guys my cream, which they enthusiastically swallowed before I left a contented, cock-lover.