My Hitchhiking Cracker

My Hitchhiking Cracker Part 2 by Jon Hold Copyright ?2015 by the Author Jonhold@earthlink.net (Please see the end for the usual introduction)

Lazily, happily, we washed each other off, touching and feeling, enjoying being together and sharing our lives with each other. Taking Clay in my arms, I gave him a happy kiss that he quickly escalated to passionate. Holding him to me, his wiry strong arms under mine gripping me tightly as he rubbed up against me and nibbled at my shoulder, I licked and nibbled at his elfin ear.

"Clay, I know I told you I'd take you to town, and I will if you want me too, but, well... would you like to spend the night with me?"

"Ummm?"

"I mean, you could get an nice hot shower, and we'd make something good for dinner and you could get a good nights sleep in a real bed. Not have to worry about how you'd be treated in town."

His hands reached up from behind and pushed my head down. I dont think were going to get much sleep. He pushed my head down further and his lips and teeth assailed my mouth with urgent need.

I felt his hips thrusting his swollen meat against me as his tight body worked back and forth against mine. My lips swelled from his sucking and pulling at them and my ass puckered and pooched back and forth as this little stud took charge and I fantasized about what a fucking he was going to give me. I felt his big, long fingered hand on my ass and moaned deep in my throat as I felt his finger work its way back up into my bung.

Pushing away from him , my voice husky with need, I enticed him, Come on Clay, lets get out of this cold water and go to the house.

I turned and started wading out of the tidal pool, Clay to the side of me, his finger hooked up my ass so that he wouldn't get lost, his heavy meat breaking the surface of the water like a periscope, wagging back and forth like a ponderous pendulum with every step. When we got back near our clothes, Clay pulled me back into his arms, holding me tightly with one arm and working on my ass with two of his sturdy digits.

"You take me up to that house, you're gonna get your ass fucked, long and hard. You understand that, Mr. Jon?"

"Yeah! As long and deep and hard as you want. My ass is yours!" Taking him by the back of the head, I kissed him as aggressively as he'd kissed me.

Clay finally pushed away, "Come on. Let's get ta gettin'!"

We gathered up our clothes and headed back to the van, side-by-side and more than a little urgently. I opened the side door of the van and we put our clothes inside. I handed Clay one of my big, fluffy beach towels that I kept in the van and we played around drying each other off. Having fun, but not wasting any time. We wrapped the towels around us like lava-lava's and got in the van. Tac was waiting on the fireroad and eagerly led the way up to the main road as if he were afraid I'd forgotten the way. He checked the road for traffic and the trotted across the pavement and up the graveled road leading to the cabin. A few minutes of winding between the big coastal trees was all it took to reach our destination. I parked the van in the open shed to protect it from sap and insect droppings. Tac was prancing eagerly around, half jumping up at me and dancing on his toe tips. I understood his question immediately and, grinning, told him to have fun. Immediately businesslike, he took off in his rapid dogtrot to make his rounds. Remarking his boundary posts and checking the property. Clay and I grabbed armloads of stuff and I lead the way through the covered passage to the back door of the cabin. Setting my load down on the table in the anteroom I unlocked the back door and let us into the cabin. Clay put his load on the kitchen table and looked around.

"Gee willikers! Look at this place!"

Quietly rustic in the way only a LOT of money can be casual, the place was bachelor comfortable with paneled walls, brass, green glass light shades, and heavy, solid furniture covered with supple glove leather. "Yeah. It's nice, isn't it! It belongs to my boss."

"I don't think I've ever seen a place as nice as this'un."

Breaking that line of thought, I took Clay out back and showed him how to start the water pump and load the water boiler with wood and get the fire started. Then I showed him how to load the log feeder that automatically stoked the boiler and only needed to be recharged every day or so to supply all the hot water you could use. By the time we had everything taken care of, the old boiler was already creaking and rumbling as it heated up.

I went in the house and started putting the groceries away while Clay unloaded the rest of the stuff from the van. It didn't take very long to get everything put away and the dry ice I'd bought had kept all the frozen stuff frozen but the bag of ice had mostly melted and the stuff in the ice box was a little warm, but seemed to be OK. Clay came up behind me and slipped his arms under mine, reaching up to tweak and play with my nipples.

"Everything OK now?" he asked.

Confused. Nervous, I answered, "Yeah."

Reaching down he pulled my towel loose and dropped in on the floor. Taking my arm he lead me over to the kitchen table and pushed me face-down across it's flat top. Keeping one hand in the middle of my back to hold me down he reached over picked up a half-melted stick of butter he'd left on the table.

"Then yer fucked!" he gruffly said as he kicked my feet apart and stuffed the whole stick of greasy butter up my ass and followed it with three fingers to slide it all the way up inside and open me up. Wiping the butter off his fingers onto his ready fuckshaft he growled at me, "Give it up, slut!"

Not understanding what he wanted, I turned my head to ask what he wanted me to do.

CRACK!

His greasy hand stung my ass and left a red handprint.

"Give me that asshole bitch-boy." he demanded.

Immediately I spread my feet even further and turned my toes inward to spread my asscheeks. Lifting my butt, I exposed myself to him as I realized that he was not playing around the way my casual sex mates did. He was serious about fucking me in the way a man with the urge to breed is serious. He was riding his instinctual urges and was in no mood to play silly sex games, even if he'd ever heard of them. The man was a primitive fuckstud and I was the object of his feverish need. A cloud of his body musk rose off of his heated body and enveloped me, going straight to my brain and overwhelming me with the same primitive, instinctual demand to fuck. To have sex, to breed or be bred. The soft tissues inside my nose swelled as they engorged with blood in reaction to his sex musk. My cock thumped against the side of the table as the sudden surge of passion clouted it. The tissues inside my rectum flushed with blood and swelled up until my asshole everted and gaped open seeking the intruder that must come, would come, was coming.

Moving directly behind me, Clay squashed the blunt, precum drooling nose of his cockhead against my animated and well buttered portal. I pushed my hips back and grabbed at the nuzzling intruder with my neatherlips. Clay pulled back and cracked my ass hard with his hand. Once I settled down he leaned forward and tantalized my inflamed anal tissues with his bulbous rammer again. My hips danced at the contact and he jerked back and slapped my ass even harder. Tears welled in my eyes from the stinging pain and my need to be fucked. My whole ass channel was itching with the need for this stud to ream me out with his heated pillar. Clay took my asscheek in his hand and laid his sweat sheaned torso across my back. He released my ass and his hand slammed down across the side of my ass.

CRACK!

WHAP!

WHACK!

Trembling, crying, I did my best to hold still underneath of him. His hard body was heating up my back and his rough pubic hair was scrubbing against my buttocks from where his turgid member stuck down between my legs. He grabbed my hips in his powerful hands and raked his teeth across the back of my neck. His low, soft-toned voice rumbled directly into my ear.

"You need some more spanking, boy?"

"No! Don't do that!"

WHACK!

WHACK!

CRACK!

"What'd you say, boy?"

"No, Sir. Please, Sir, don't spank me any more, Sir. I'll be good, Sir." I was trembling with need and could barely control myself.

"That's better, boy. Now tell me what you want!"

"I... ummm.... uh....."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHAP!

CRACK!

CRACK!

"I can't hear you, Boy. You better talk up or I'm gonna really whop your ass."

Tears poured out of my eyes because of the burning in my ass from Clay's eager spanking and from the stimulation of his cockshaft rubbing across my swollen hole and peritoneum. Holding my ass up so that he had complete access, I begged for what I needed so badly, "Please, Sir. Please, Clay. Please fuck me. Please fuck my ass, Sir. I need your big cock inside me. I need you to fuck my ass as good as you fucked my throat. Please, Clay, please. Please, I need you to really fuck my ass hard and long. I..., I..."

WHACK!

...

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

CRACK!

"What, Boy? What? You tell me what you need, Boy. Right now, Boy, or I'm gonna whop your ass good and then leave. You tell me what you need now!"

"Please, Clay. No. It's embarrassing."

WHAP!

"No bullshit, Boy. You fess up right now or I'm leaving!"

"Please, Clay, No!"

WHAP!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

CRACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

WHAP!

WHACK!

And that's the last time I ever saw Clay.

Meanwhile, in an alternate reality, my fears didn't come true...

"What, Boy? What? You tell me what you need, boy. Right now, boy, or I'm gonna whop your ass and then leave. You tell me what you need now!"

"Please, Clay. No. It's embarrassing."

WHAP!

"No bullshit, Boy. You fess up right now or I'm leaving!"

Sobbing uncontrollably, I gave up. All the control I'd been holding onto so that I could do my job, to be the boss and the leader and the smart one, the best of the best. All of it, gone as I submitted to this simple man with his direct desires and actions. I needed him and his strength and I needed to let him know. "Please, Clay. I need you to be strong for me. I need you to hold me and to tell me that I'm OK. That you want me. That you want to fuck me and make me forget all the crap. Teach me how to be like you, Clay. Please. Teach me how to make love as good as you do, Clay. Teach me how to be real and not phony. Please, Clay, please!"

Wracked with sobs, holding my slobbery face in my hands, I poured out all the frustration and pain and hurt and loneliness that was tearing me up inside.

Holding me, stroking my hair, Clay warmed my body and soul with his. This ignorant, simple country boy cut through all the layers of civilized, pedigreed bullshit and touched me deep inside on the most basic level.

"You let it out, Mr. Jon. You let all that hurtin' out of there. Ain't none of that you wanna keep, Mr. Jon. I ain't goin' nowares but right here with you, Mr. Jon. You ain't alone no more. I'm here and I'm gonna make love to you. I'm gonna fuck you until you cain't even remember what was ailin' ya. We gonna make love so good ain't neither one of us gonna remember nothin' but each other."

He stroked my hair and rubbed my side. His lips kissed his way down my sweaty back until the nose of his cock was nested against the lips of my ass again. Involuntarily I sucked my lungs full of air and strained my legs to lift my ass to him as completely as possible. I had a feeling that his sister must really be missing having Clay around.

"Does that feel good, Baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me. Please fuck me in my ass, Daddy."

"Yes, Baby. Daddy loves you, Baby." Continually stroking me and kissing me, Clay pushed forward until the broad, full ball of his knob had parted my lips and spread me open so his corona could push against the ring inside my ass. "Daddy loves you, baby. You feel soooo good to Daddy, Baby. Does it feel good to you, Baby? Do you like Daddy's big cock pushing into your ass, Baby?"

"Ooohhhhhh. Uh, ummmmmmmm ohhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssss..."

The little stud gripped my sides with his forearms and gently pushed forward until his entire glans was trapped in the puffy corrugations of my outer ass channel. He held me there. Barely moving. His stiffly projecting corona working back and forth in tiny motions across only one of the ribs of muscle and nerves inside of my male cunt at a time. The big bulb of the nose of his glans opening me up so that he could slide in a minuscule bit more to stimulate the next corrugation of tissue, and the next and the next. Transported to a world of sensation and magical delight my whole world was inside my ass. In my sheath. In my cunt. My pussy.

"You like that, Baby? You want more?"

All I could do was moan deep in my chest and try to lift my ass even higher.

Chuckling against my back, Clay ran both his hands down my sides. "Yeah. My baby's lovin' his daddy's dick. Gonna take all of this big ol' cock and dance on it like a opossum on St. Vitius' Day. Tight ass. Tight hot ass on my baby."

Tardigrade, even bradykinetically, Clay nosed into the brimborion bratticing surrounding the final gateway, spreading and stretching the inner ring that separated him from my prostrate and other inner wonders. The speed of his attack would have fatigued a gastropod mollusk, but kept me fully occupied with intense awareness of each tiny movement, of the opening, stretching and flowering being forced on me with such patience. The pressure of his hands curling under my shoulders as his lower arms clamped me even more tightly. The pulsing heart beat of his shaft in my sheath. The susurrous of pain as the olgive face of his corona impelled my taut tissues up and over the blunted and tacticalate variformed wedge. Molendinaceous spasms of outflung limbs as I perceived his penetration in my inner chamber.

[Translation (sorry, sometimes, I just HAVE to do that): Slowly, microscopically, Clay nosed into the foolishly erected defenses surrounding the final gateway, spreading and stretching the inner ring that separated him from my joy button and other inner wonders. The speed of his attack would have bored a snail, but kept me fully occupied with intense awareness of the opening, stretching, flowering being forced with such patience. The pressure of his hands curling under my shoulders as his lower arms clamped me even more tightly. The pulsing heart beat of his shaft in my sheath. Whispers of pain accompanied my tight ring as the sharply sloped face of his corona forced my taut tissues up and over the blunted and sensitive wedge. My arms and legs spun like windmills as I felt him enter my inner chamber.]

Bellowing, thrashing around wildly, I went out of control. Clay let me as he clamped my torso firmly in place. Driving forward just enough to punch through my trough and let the spasming ring clamp into the groove behind the flared ridge of his helmet before pulling back and stretching the tortured ring of muscle back over his corona that then bulled it's way back in again. Over and over. Torturing me with sensations too wonderful to withstand. I was foaming at the mouth, slobbering all over the tabletop as he fucked back and forth, over and over again, minifucking the single ring of tissue that had never before been stimulated to such heights of sensation.

Gasping for air and screaming my need to be fucked, I felt his teeth sink into the back of my neck and his head flick back and forth as he worried me into submission, my legs sticking almost straight out to the sides and my hands clawing at the wooden surface of the antique kitchen table as I lifted my head to expose my neck to his fangs and whined my submission to him.

Growling in delight he slammed forward, burying his bone to the short and curlies in my ass. Howling with delight, he began long-dicking my ass. Fucking me deep and hard with all the work-hardened strength in his wiry body.

Howling back at him, I begged him to fuck me harder... deeper... faster! To give me cock, more cock, ever more cock. To tear my ass up and fuck my brains out. He complied with such vigor and enthusiasm that he had to chase the heavy oak table across the floor until it jammed up against the livingroom couch. The new stability allowed him to pound my ass even harder, which he did until, grabbing my throat with his teeth, he arched me backwards into his straining body and ground into me with the magnificant power of his body and began scouring my insides with his long streams of burning cum. Arching my back and screaming like a filly losing her virginity, I began splattering the floor with my cum in time with the surges of his bloating cock in my ass.

I have no idea how long we lay on the table semiconscious. I remember him finally forcing me to stand, legs spraddled and knees bent to keep his rampant cock completely inside my ass. I can remember him frog marching me to the shower and telling me to adjust the water temperature. Then he dropped me to my hands and knees and like a stallion, a bull, like a back hills rednecked cracker he fucked my ass until I fell face down on the shower floor as he pumped another load of his heated cum into my ass and I spooged a huge load into the warm tiles.

Dazed, I eventually became aware that gently, lovingly, he was washing me, plugging his pestle back and forth into me as the mood urged him to, but laving me carefully and with a playful ebullience. Always undinitic, I took the soap from him and with fascinated attention to detail I washed every minute surface of his body with especial attention to his lovely tight ass and sex tackle. Any time his erection showed even the faintest hint of detumensing, I'd squat and slide him back inside of me or bend over so he could slide his meat home and fuck himself back up to full rigidity again. I washed and rinsed his body twice before sitting him down on the tile bench to wash his hair. He moaned with pleasure and leaned against me as I sat impaled on his lap and lathered his hair and rinsed it over and over until it was squeaky clean, using the same shampoo to lave his ears and neck and bristly face and smooth forehead until they too were clean deep down into the pores. I spread his legs over the end of the bench and sat back down in his lap, his cock up my ass, pleasuring both of us as I worked the cream rinse into his hair. We kissed and soaped each other up and fondled each other as we fucked -- slowly, deliciously, me sliding around and wiggling in his lap as he hunched and pried up into me.

Using a new disposable razor, I carefully shaved his handsome face, his cock up my ass keeping me alert as he moaned with the pleasure of my ministrations. When his face and throat were perfectly smooth I wrapped an arm around his head and began kissing him all over his sexy face. My right hand went down between us and my fingertips played with his wonderfully soft pubic hair and felt of his turgid shaft and the lips of my distended asshole as they worked joyously against and with each other. The feeling of his tight body was wonderful, and I wanted the sensations he was creating in me to never end. Even more, I was falling in love with HIM. With his honesty and straightforwardness and wonderful masculinity.

Kissing him, our tongues tying knots around each other, I used the shower wand to wash out the cream rinse and spray the soap from our bodies. Standing, we used our hands to slick our bodies clear and to rinse out all those private, hidden places. He put the shower wand back in its holder and pushed me against the wall, spread like a cop's suspect. Then he used his baton to do a deep, intimate search for forbidden objects, finding several things in his search that seemed to require lengthy and minute investigation. Clenched to my back like one of the limpets he'd seen for the first time this day, he pumped another of his fulsome loads into my clenching guts as I sprayed the shower walls to show my appreciation of his attentions.

We finally staggered out of the shower, laughing and punching each other like a couple of kids. Wrestling, grabbing each others slick wet bodies just out of sheer good spirits and because of how good it felt to touch and be touched. I got Clay in a double choke lock that he couldn't figure how to get out of and made him slip me some tongue and promise to be a good boy before I'd release him. I turned my back to get one of the big fluffy bath towels and he slapped my butt so hard it stung like crazy. I spun around and trapped him inside the big towel. Holding him tight I asked him if he wanted me to spank his ass. He looked up into my eyes and said, "Yes."

Laughing, I pushed him away a little bit and said, "You're too damn easy!" and started drying his back. He pulled down the other towel and held it up in front of him, feeling it's texture and weight in his hands and just staring at it. He automatically spread his legs so I could dry down through his crack and between his legs from the back. I looked up from where I was bent over and saw tears in his eyes.

I stood up, moved in front of him and took him by the shoulders. "What's the matter Clay? What's wrong?"

His voice thick and heavy, said, " I ain't never seed nothin' this fine in my whole entire life. Never knew there was no such a thing as this... or you. I'ah don't know what you see in a piece of useless white trash like me."

My brain slamming into emergency overdrive, I realized that he wasn't playing a game, wasn't manipulating or trying to pull something. He was honestly stating his feelings and fears. None of which helped the situation much as my rage blossomed as fast as my intellect and my arm snapped back and forward in a lightning fast, straight from the shoulder punch that slammed into his chest and knocked him into the wall and down on the floor. Rage obscuring my vision with a red mist, I roared, "Nobody talks about you like that. I won't let anyone else talk about you like that and I sure as hell won't listen to you put yourself down!"

He lay there on the floor, propped up against the wall, a look of stunned shock on his face and gasping to catch his breath. I reached down and grabbed him by the sides of his pectorals, my fingers digging cruelly under the muscles with fierce power. His mouth hung open in shock and pain as I lifted him to his feet. "You know who you were yesterday, and I know who you are today. Neither of us knows who you'll be tomorrow, so I don't ever, EVER want to hear you talk like that again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" I roared.

He tried to say something, but I didn't give him a chance. "I don't know if I'm just crazy horny for you or if I'm actually falling in love with you, but it hurts me to hear you talk about yourself like that."

Gently, tears streaming from his eyes, Clay reached up and gently released my hands. Sliding his arms under mine and around my chest, he laid his head on my shoulder and mumbled, "I guess I just got a way of riling you natural."

I took a handful of his unruly hair and pulled his head back, "You can sure as hell rile up my emotions something fierce you rednecked little stud!"

I saw a smile, or maybe it was the beginning of a leer, as our lips sought each others in beneficent apology. Our mouths battled and mauled the softly swollen tissues of our mouths and his hands worked their way down my back until each of his big hands had one of my buttcheeks firmly in its grasp. Stroking and kneading, squeezing and slapping the hard flesh of my ass, he worked on me until I was panting with raging lust and my cock felt like it was going to burst from the pressure pumped into it.

Grabbing an asscheek in one hand and a handful of hair in the other, Clay pulled my head back. "You ready for me to rile your guts up some?"

Unable to think clearly, I rasped out a throaty, 'Yeah'.

He slid his long index finger up inside my ass and guided me out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the first bedroom he found. Pushing me belly down across the bed with my knees barely touching the floor, he pulled his finger out and slapped my ass hard. "You gonna get your ass fucked now, Boy. You got me riled up something fierce and I'm gonna fuck your ass into a new understanding of 'cornholed'!" Slapping my ass again, he demanded, "Spread 'um! Show me that asshole, Boy! Show me what you want me to fuck, boy! Show me that hot hole of yours. Show my big ol' dick that you want it to come home."

Dizzy with lust and need for this demanding. insatiable stallion, I slid my knees apart and lifted my butt the best I knew how to show him I was ready for him to take me any way he wanted. As I presented, the hard smoothness of his torso slid downward across my slick and sensitive ass until his face wedged in my crack. Chewing and biting, tongueing and salavating, Clay attacked the floor of my channel and the shear white cliff faces to either side. Moaning with eager need I strained to present myself to his ministrations and cried out with passion as his strong hands grappled my asscheeks and forced them into the widest possible seperation. Nothing I could do could force him nearer to my burning, aching asshole as he continued to maul the spread open trench between my buttocks with his grasping lips and darting tongue.

Crying out with need I gyrated my ass in his face and reached behind me to try and force his face lower. He reached up and bit into my right asscheek so hard he almost drew blood. Screeching with the pain, I threw my arms out widespread on the bedspread and my feet billowed out to the sides until my ass was tensly supported from my toes to his teeth. Leaning back he released his mouth grip on my indented flesh and then released his hold on my right asscheek entirely, his hand leaving a white imprint next to the wet toothmarks. His stinging palm slapped into my buttock as he tightly refastened his grip on my ass. With measured deliberatness he released my left buttock and let me see him swing his arm far out to his left side and behind him. In a blur of motion his hand arched forward to impact against my ass hard enough to drive me forward across the mattress as his hand roughly latched onto my asscheek again. Right, left. Right, left. In measured cadence he continued his peculair form of spanking, holding me in place as my ass turned an ever brighter red and began to burn so hot I could feel the heat radiating from the tortured globes of flesh. His spanking didn't hurt at all. It just made me hotter and nornier with every delighful stinging contact.

Between each swat to my burning ass, Clay began to talk, "Tell... Me... What... You... Want... Fuck... Boy. Tell... Me... What... You... Need...!"

Crying, slobbering with lust, I begged, "Please. My asshole. Please. It's on fire. Please take care of my asshole Clay. Please, I'm begging you, please do my asshole."

"Your... asshole...?"

"YES! FUCK MY ASSHOLE, CLAY. PLEASE, FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!"

"Fuck... Your.... Boy... Cunt...? Your... Boy... Pussy...?"

"YES!" I screamed, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN MY HOT, DRIPPING CUNT. FUCK ME IN THE ASS. FUCK MY SLIMEY PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE COCK! FUCK MEEEeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, PLEASE, Clay. Fuck me stud. Fuck my ass." Without shame or second thought, I plead for what I wanted. What I needed.

Holding my flaming asscheeks widely spread in his crushing grip, Clay burried his face in my crack directly over my pulsating asshole. His lips sucked the rim of my assring and his long pointed tongue speared deeply inside of me. Clay hung on like the fangs of death as I went wild, trying to jump forward and push back into his face at the same time. Humping and twitching, shaking and pulsing, gasping for air, whining, moaning and screaming, cuming, farting and peeing all at the same time. My asshole was frantically clenching at his fat tongue and my cock was rigidly jutting from my loins, drooling all over the bedspread. Biting my assring with his teeth and plunging his tongue in and out of my chute, Clay drove me to even wilder physical exertion.

Ducking his head down between the Vee of my thigh's, Clay pulled my cock down from where it was plastered tightly against my belly and stuffed my hugly swollen and crackerjack sensitive cockhead into his mouth. He jammed two fingers of his other hand into the spit slickened chute of my ass as he grabbed my retreating balls. As his lips closed around the base of my totally rigid erection, his right hand squeezed my balls and the two fingers up inside my guts hooked over the top of my prostate gland and ---squeezed---!

Every voluntary muscle in my body went rigid as I hunched into Clays face and blasted the first eruption of my overheated cream deep into his throat. Keening a high-pitched scream, I convulsed load after load of slime down Clay's greedy maw as he worked on my balls and prostrate gland and sucked so hard on my cock that it felt like it swelled up twice as big as possible...

Fingerfucking the last dregs of cum out of my heaving body, Clay climbed up on my back and replaced his fingers with the nose of his moisture seeking meat missile. "You want fucked now, Boy?" he urged evilly into my ear.

Confused, lost in the aftershocks of the all-enveloping orgasm that was still shaking its way through my frame, all I could do was moan and nod my head.

Pushing forward just enough so that I could feel the heat of his cock inside my swollen sheath, Clay egged me on, "You want some cock in your pussy, Boy?"

Unable to articulate anything more than a pleading whine, I tried to force my hole closer to his groin, lifting my hips up tighter against his hairless belly.

Forcing my asslips to spread wide, Clay pushed his entire cockhead past the puffy lips of my ass sheath, lodging himself inside of me and causing me to blubber as I soared towards the peak of incohearence. "You want fucked, Boy? You want my big ol' cock up your ass?"

All I could do in my extreme need was moan incoherently and strain even harder up against Clay, cluching my arms around the wonderfully hot and hard feeling of his looming body. Teasing me, trying to force compliance, Clay pulled back until the deeply creased nose of his erection was just barely touching the gaping mouth of my twitching, spasming anus. It seemed like his physically denying me caused a switch in my brain to flip and all the frustration and confusion of my life cascaded into life and overwhelmed me with a feeling of hopelessness. Slumping to the bed the pain came pouring out of me in tears and deep, wracking sobs. My parents, my work, school, past lovers, all my failures and inability came pouring out, constricting my chest so hard that I couldn't breath for the pain. The mental breakdown I'd been working myself into reared its ugly fanged face and swooped forward to engulph me in madness. I felt weight sliding up across my back and a large heated mass sinking deeply inside of me. Strong, hairy legs laced themselves around mine as powerful, wiry arms twined across my chest and up around my shoulders, locking me in a gentle, encompassing basket of warmth.

"Let that pain out, Jon. Let that hurtin' go. Ain't doin' you no good inside at all. I'm here and I ain't gonna let nobody nor nothin' hurt'cha. Let it go, Jon. Let it go..."

Bawling like a baby, did let the pain flow out, the d?mon vanquished by my knight. His shining armor reduced to a cheap steel Timex and his white charger represented by his pale buttocks, he was nonetheless my gallant knight, my protector and guardian. The d?mon of madness shattered into a thousand splinters as Clay held me in his strong embrace and made deep, penetrating, meaningful love to me.

A long time later Clay took the towel from the end of the bed where I'd dropped it and wiped my face clean, holding it so I could blow my nose. "Now that you've got that boiled out of your system, you're ready for some good old-fashioned butt fucking -- or you wanta try and get some sleep?"

I looked over my shoulder up at this amazing man who had such power over me. "Please Clay, I want you to fuck me so good that I won't think about any of that other stuff. If you want it, my ass and mouth are yours."

Clay got a big grin on his homely face. "Boy, you are about to get fucked -- Southern style! Long, hard and deep. You ain't gonna be thinking about anything else but begging me for more cock. Now say your prayers, cuz I ain't gonna have no mercy!"

You know, listening to that ignorant cracker talk like that almost convinced me that he wasn't anything but a ego-ridden redneck. Before morning, I was damning him for understating his intentions. Damning him most thourghly in my mind -- as my mouth begged him for more and ever more, which he willingly gave me.

He started out by setteling his weight down on me and pushing my buttcheeks apart with his groin until the base of his cock was all the way inside of me and his rough, soft, sandy colored pubic hair was scouring my stretched out butthole. He nuzzled his bony, angular face into my ear and whispered, "Now,this is called brother-fuckin'. Brothers just fuck each other to get rid of the hornies. Don't do no kissin' 'er nothin' like that. Jest some serious ass pounding to get our nuts off."

Clay demonstrated what he meant by deep fucking my ass for over twenty minutes. Nothing fancy. Just long, hard, deep stroking up my ass until I was grunting and groaning from the pounding I was getting. When I finally started making noise, that seemed to really turn him on. He knew he was getting to me and really started pouring on the coals until I had my legs spread out as wide as I could get them and was clawing a the sweat-soaked sheets. He just hooked his chin over my shoulder and fucked me even harder and started making grunting, moaning sounds of his own. I was just about screaming when he reached underneath me and grabbed my tits and gave them a big twist. My head reared up off the bed so I COULD scream and he took the big muscle in the back of my neck in his teeth and bit down -- hard! My scream came out as a squeal and he shifted to the short strokes, his tight ball sack and hips slapping into me as he arched his back and hunched into me, hot sperm splattering all over my insides as I made one hell of a mess on the bed between my legs.

I was laying underneath Clay's hot, sweaty body, just quivering and tingling from the massive orgasm that Clay had caused and that just wouldn't seem to go away. Clay reared back and rolled me over on my back, spinning me around his still stiff peg. He laid back down on top of me, hooking my legs over his shoulders in the process. He nuzzled back into my ear and started sucking on it and licking it and tongue fucking it with the pointed tip of his tongue until my asshole was clenching at his rod. Then he pushed my head over and started on the other ear. I was getting crazy and trying to fuck him with my butt when he finally pulled back.

"We call this buddy-fucking," he said. "This is how we practice with our buddies to learn how to fuck women."

He held my head between his palms and crushed his mouth down on top of mine, demanding entrance for his agile tongue while he made Spirograph patterns in my ass with his cock. Not pumping, but just running his dick in loops around the edge of a big circle inside of me. It got to the point where it was driving me crazy. Tongue fucking my throat and refusing to let his cock enter or retreat even a fraction of an inch. Holding me down and just stirring, stirring my guts no matter how hard I tried to hump my ass into him.

I was about to start crying in frustration and incredable sexual heat when he slowly, slowly pulled back and back and back until his cock and tongue were complely outside of me -- and out of my reach. I strained my butt up as hard as I could, but couldn't even touch him.

"Beg for it, bitch. Beg for that stud cock you slut."

"Please. Please fuck me. Give me that cock, please."

"Why should I, you cunt? Why should I waste my cock on your sorry pussy?"

"Please. I'll do anything. I'll kiss your ass. I'll lick your feet. I'll drink your piss. I'll be your slut pussy and let you fuck me any way you want too. Please, Clay. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please. I'm begging. I'm begging you to put your cock in my ass and fuck me like I was your slut-whore."

"You going to be my bitch-boy? My pussy-assed bitch-boy? You going to be my fuck-cunt?"

'Yes, Clay. Yes! Let me be your boy-cunt. Make me satisify your every desire. I'll do anything for you, Clay. Please. Use my body for your pleasure."

"I cock you now, boy, yor fucked until you're raw. I ain't takin' my dick out a ya until' yor ass is plumb wore out. Red and oozing like a real pussy otta. You gonna let me do that, boy?"

I took several deep breaths which helped me get my good sense back and calm down a bit. I laid under this "good ol' boy" and thought. About who I was and where I was going and a lot of other things. After a while, I looked up into his face.

"Clay?"

"You got things worked out now?"

"Huh?"

"Seemed like you had some heavy-duty thinking to do. You got it all worked out now?"

"Yeah. I do, Clay. I don't know what it is about you, but being around you seems to make some pretty complex issues pretty black and white."

"Well... you know what they say, "Simple strokes for simple folks."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Seems like you had some pretty fancy strokes to me."

Clay laughed. A clean, healthy, open and honest laugh with no pretense in it at all. "Look. I don't mind talking, but can I lay down on ya? I'm gettin' kinda tired holding myself up like this."

I laughed and wiggled under him a little in a teasing way, "Go ahead. Wouldn't want to wear out the stud before he does his chores."

Clay lifted his eyebrow to me and laid down on my uplifted butt and legs, his cockhead seeming to have its own internal guidance system as it touched down dead center and punctured my butthole. I 'Oof'ed' a bit as Clay's cock filled me up and his weight pushed my legs down into my gut and chest. It felt good, secure and safe, with him laying on me like that. He wiggled his butt to settle himself in and then relaxed on top of me like he didn't have anywhere to go, and nothing to do except pay attention to me until I was done talking. I realized that in his simple, honest way, he really didn't have anything else in his life that interested him at all right now other than listening to me as long as I needed him to listen. I started crying.

Clay didn't say anything. Just held my head in his hands, stroking my hair with his big, work-hardened hands and used his strong arms to hold my sides. This pulled his body even more firmly and warmly down onto mine and seated his cock even more firmly and deeply inside of me. He just held me and stroked my hair until I finally started to quiet down. He kissed my forehead.

"You want to talk about it?"

And I did. About my life and my fears and my Dad and the Boss and Brian and Tac and everything. And Clay just listened. Not approving. Not disapproving. Just listening.

I finally wound down, feeling really embarassed. I mean, I hadn't even told ME most of the stuff I'd just got done telling this near stranger.

"So? You gonna let that stuff control you? Or are you going to be who you are and be honest with yourself?"

I blushed hard! What was it about this boy-man that gave him the power to see inside of me like this? I needed to think about this, but not right now.

"Clay? Are you gay?"

He got kind of a quiet look on his face, and just thought for a few minutes. "Well. I never used to think so. Messin' around with guys was just practice. But, I don't know now. Seems to me like you're gettin' awful special to me. More special than any of them ol' gals I been fuckin'."

"You and your buddies really used to fuck like this?"

"Sure! Them girls didn't hardly want to have anything to do with a boy until he had some experience and could give them a good fuck. So, we'd take turns being the girl and tell each other how we were doin'. I mean, you know, if you were makin' it feel good and if your lovin' was good for them."

"You let your buddies fuck you too?" I said with surprise.

"Shore! Watching my brothers started getting me horny long before I could spooge or anything like that and I told them I wanted to play too. Daddy caught my biggest brother fucking me in the barn one day (Donny was staying with us because his wife was just about to drop their second kid and didn't want him pestering her non just then). Guess I'd just turned 10 about then. That night Daddy took me to his bed and made sure I could take a good fucking from a big dick and wouldn't get hurt none. Him and mama checked me out and they both agreed that it was okay for me to play with the big boys. After that I followed Daddy around on his chores all the time and Mama got mad at me because Daddy was always wore out and wasn't hardly no good to her or my sisters at all."

"Your father fucked you!" I said with a shocked look on my face.

With a bemused look on his face, obviously thinking back to his family, Clay answered, "Yeah. That man shore can fuck too! He took his time with me and taught me how to fuck just as good as he can. My brothers let me practice on them sometimes, even before I could do much besides get on and move around some. They didn't let me do that much because they said my stiff little prong hurt them when I'd get too wild."

Clay chuckled to himself and I asked him what was so funny. "The first time I cummed I was fucking Joey Rob, he was 14 then. Everybody thought I was joshin' about cummin' and two of the big boys had already fucked Joey Rob so you couldn't tell by looking at his butt, so I jerked off and showed them that I could too cum, just like them. I started to lick it off my hand but my brothers said I should go show Daddy, so I did. Mama was off taking care of her sister who had the coughing sickness, but Daddy had Sue Ellen in there with him, getting her pregnant for the first time like Daddy's do. She were just about 13 then and you could hear her squeal like crazy when Daddy poked her good. I liked Sue Ellen plenty, but she was awful silly.

"Well, Daddy looked at my cum in my hand and then licked it off. Told me it was a little thin, but tasted real good and that it would thicken up as I grew some. Then he rolled over on his belly next to Sue Ellen and told me to show him how good I could fuck. That was the first time I got to fuck my Daddy. He never would let a boy fuck him until he could cum. I done real good cuz Daddy could take a fuck as good as he gave one. He really liked a boys dick up his ass, and used them inside muscles to make you feel real welcome. I squirted into Daddy and he pulled me around in front of him, gave me a big kiss and told me I done just fine. Sue Ellen asked Daddy if I done good and Daddy asked me if I wanted a special treat. I figured he was going to give me a good butt reaming and snuggled up to him. 'Sure' I said. Next thing I knew, Daddy had me up on top of Sue Ellen and was showing me how to fuck a girl.

"Like I said, I liked Sue Ellen real good anyhow and she shore was soft and nice feeling, not like a boy at all. She didn't have no more pubic hair than I did then, but she had a real big clittie, and really liked having the men pay attention to her. I could see why men liked fucking girls, Sue Ellens pussy was real nice. But Daddy had already fucked her a couple of times that night and she was awful loose and slippery from that big ol' dick and all that cum of Daddy's. After fucking Sue Ellen for a while I told Daddy I didn't think I could cum off inside of her. He told me that weren't no problem and got behind me and stuffed me full of that big ol' cock of his. In no time I was shooting off like crazy inside of Sue Ellen and everybody figured I got her pregnant right then because that was the only time I fucked her until after she had that baby, and that baby looked just like me.

"Daddy had warned me about goofing around with girls until I was ready to get married. About how it was a Daddy's chore to get his girls pregnant and how lot's of men would get jealous and cause all sorts of trouble if they thought I was messing around with their girls. So I was to keep practicing with my brothers and my buddies until it come time for me to marry up. Well, I liked Sue Ellen's pussy just fine, but didn't want no trouble, and boys were more fun anyway. Daddy acted all mad that I'd gotten Sue Ellen pregnant instead of him, but you could tell he was secretly proud of me and would tell all the grown men how I'd got Sue Ellen pregnant by fucking her just once with her pussy already full of her daddy's cum."

I was stunned by Clay's story. I beleived every word he said, he was just too matter of fact and honest sounding for it to be anything but the truth. I may have been stunned, but his story had made me hornier than hell too. My asshole was clenching around Clay's big dick and I was breathing real heavy. Clay grinned down at me, and then leared. "You want me to show you how my Daddy broke a boy in?"

All I could do was nod. Clay grinned even wider and pulled out of me. "You're going to really like this," he said. "Just imagine I'm your Daddy and you're about to learn about butt fucking."

I nodded weakly, yet eagerly, and Clay got off of me. He put all the pillows up at the head of the bed and laid me on my side with my head and shoulders on the stack of pillows and got behind me. He lifted my leg, exposing my butt wide-open to him and then twisted my body around until I was laying there with my back to the pillows and my butt facing him. Now Clay could look directly into my eyes, kiss me or talk directly to my face and still have clear and direct access to my ass. The ninty degree twist from my shoulders to my waist seemed to tighten me up and heighten my awareness of my body. I felt completely in Clays control and eagerly awaited whatever he had planned for me.

Clay stared into my eyes and then moved closer and kissed me gently, almost chastely on my lips. Speaking softly, he kept my eyes riveted to his, "Are you ready for this? Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?"

I nodded, and then said, "Yes, Sir. I'm ready for anything you want to do." I paused for a few seconds, and then added, "May I call you 'Daddy', Sir?"

Clay looked deep into to my eyes so long I started to get nervous and wished I'd never asked him such a question. Then he shook his head back and forth a little bit. "No. I ain't your daddy." I could feel my heart sink down into my stomach and I wanted to throw up, and then he continued, "But I'd be right proud to have you call me 'Buddy', or 'Clay' if you've a hankerin' to."

Sudden tears welled up in my eyes. Suddenly, the world was a better place, and I felt overwhelmed. "You... You want me to be your buddy?"

"Yeah. I'd be proud if you'd think of me as a buddy of yours. I ain't got much, and you know I ain't educated, ain't hardly got no school learning at all, but I'm honest, and I'm loyal to family and my friends. If you want to be my buddy, I'd purely be proud of that."

I fumbled with the few hairs around Clay's nipples and shyly asked him, "Clay? What does it mean to you, to be a buddy, I mean?"

He thought for a minute, and then said, "Well... It's like being brothers, only it's more special because you ain't borned of the same mama and gotta be brothers. You pick each other to be buddies, and that makes it extra special. You keep each others secrets and protect each other and share everything and like that."

I thought for a few seconds and then tweeked Clay's little tittie and grined up into his face. "That's about what I thought. Clay, will you be my buddy? Accept me as your buddy?"

"Yeah!!" he grinned, punching the head of his dick against my exposed asshole, "And your buddy's going to show you how to do some fucking, country style!"

I hooked the leg he had up in the air back behind his thigh to keep us lined up and sighed, "Show me some of that good country fucking, buddy. Fuck me really good with that country cock of yours and teach me how to give you a good fucking too." Giggling, I wiggled up against him. "Come on, buddy. Fuck my horny ass good!"

"You're a real slut, buddy! I really like it when my buddies are sluts." He reached over in front of me and got hold of my rigid peg before continuing, "Fucking a good, hard bodied buddy can be better that fucking any bitch cuz they don't complain, don't get pregnant and fuck back as hard as they get. Now hold on cuz you're about to get pronged, but good."

There was supposed to be one more chapter of this, but it never quite worked out the way I wanted it to. Little brother and Grandpa show up at the cabin and they all end up being a family, getting Clay educated and learning from him about family and caring about each other and honesty in dealing with those you love.

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