Rammin'
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Another quickie between commissions, another m/m story, another anthro on human male...
I seriously don't know where these are coming from, but... enjoy!
Twist, pull, thunk. Twist, pull, thunk, twist, pull…
…you get the idea. It wasn’t exciting by any means, but picking peaches wasn’t bad, especially on a nice day like this. You’re in the shade, the smells around you are great, and you can really zone out as you fill your bucket. Good, honest work but you aren’t out there sweating buckets in the hot sun. For work that required diligent, skilled hands, my folks had me. For the really hard labor, real man’s work, they had Roy.
You might be thinking at this point that Roy’s my older brother, but if you saw us next to each other… yeah, not really likely. Roy’s ten years older than I am, but more to the point I’m human while he’s a ram. He’s technically a hired hand but he’s been on the farm for… I think about five years now? Anyway, he’s kinda extended family at this point, living in an old camper parked so long on our property it might have put down roots. By his own admission, Roy no rocket scientist but he is pretty big and doesn’t shy away from work. Most of it has to do with our sheep. I mean herding, and sheering and stuff like that! We’ve got an actual four-legged ram for that, so Roy doesn’t…
…well he’s not paid to do that, and I haven’t actually seen him but I can’t vouch for him. The guy is… crude. Not a bad person really. He’s friendly, helpful, pretty much in a good mood all the time… but down right crude. We are in the boondocks out here but this isn’t exactly hillbilly country, just small family farms, so Roy’s a bit of an acquired taste. As far as I’m concerned. Roy and my dad… well that’s a bromance. They’re both big loud men, have a lot of the same interests and… well I think dad might have been like Roy back before he met my mom and she cleaned him up.
My mom’s kind of the matriarch of the house. She isn’t bossy, but she had no qualms about standing up to men twice her size. Plush she also has an uncanny skill – anything my mom takes into the kitchen, anything no matter how much you think you don’t like it will wind up looking and smelling so good when it hits the table that you’ll be holding in your slobber through grace. I think they call that the power of the pot. She also keeps her house and her boys neat and well turned out. If you asked me to name just one thing that makes a difference between wholesome country-folk on one side and rednecks and hicks on the other, I’d have to say it’s women like my mom.
As for me… well I guess I’m dressed like a farm-boy right now. I’m wearing beat-up old jeans, and a worn-out t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. And a John Deere hat, but even that doesn’t really help. I’m eighteen now and there’s only so much time you can spend waiting for a sudden growth spurt. I’m short, and pretty slender, even though I eat healthy meals. I also work outside a lot, so maybe I burn it off? That still doesn’t explain how my dad and Roy eat the same stuff and look the way they do. I guess I’m also a different generation?
It took a while for decent internet to reach us out here, but it reached me just in time. I had friends at school and around town, but I didn’t really share a lot of the same interests. I gamed a lot and just generally hung out on social networks and online communities, most of them with a geeky lean to them. I’m the only one in the house who understood any of that stuff, so that kinda makes me the odd one out in the house. My parents are proud of their only child though – I’m going to college on a full scholarship later this year. Before you get to impressed, it’s only an agricultural college. A county initiative to get young people an education, but try to keep rural communities alive and healthy.
“Well look at that peach right there! I’d grab that one and soon, looks about ripe enough to fall off…”
The drawling, bemused voice startled me so mad that I almost did, and when I aimed my best glare down I knew that I’d be getting a shit-eating grin in return. Roy’s a decent person but I don’t… I don’t like him. Most folks would agree that he’s an acquired taste, but to me he’s just an abrasive jack-ass! Not mean in any way, but just someone with no manners, no tact, no impulse control, and someone who just doesn’t give a fuck about things. Like the way I was trying to stare him down. He’d gotten worse since…
…well I knew what his subtle peach remark was all about. I held his gaze, just daring him to say something else, but I might as well try and stare down a rock. Composing myself, I went back to my work, and he went down into the south field, probably to help my dad out. My dad and Roy got together well because once they were out of mom’s earshot they could swear, scratch, fart, burp and tell the dirtiest jokes they could think of, out of earshot of polite company. Mom knew, of course, but as long as they got it out of their system she was fine with it. I was trying to get pack to picking fruit and zone out again, but there was no use. The ram got to me and I couldn’t get him out of my goddamn head. I just had to hold out until nightfall.
*******
Okay, so after having gone on and on about how much I can’t stand Roy, you might be wondering why I’m sneaking out of the house on bare feet in the middle of the night and heading for the light coming from the barn. It wasn’t very far, but I felt uneasy. This was my walk of shame. Because not long ago I worked out there was one thing about Roy that I really did like, and I was willing to go out of my way to get it. Care to take a guess?
I’m thought of myself as straight and… I guess I still kinda do. I get turned on by girls and women, but unfortunately they don’t seem to be into me all that much. I didn’t use to have that problem in my early teens, and there were quite a few girls who were eager to do what we thought of ‘sex stuff’. Mostly just kissing, sometimes with tongue, touching over clothes and a bit of ‘you show me yours, I’ll show you mine’. I was a cute looking and non-threatening boy, but a lot of girls around here start thinking about marriage and starting a family right out of high school, and start looking for men quite early. I’m not really down about it since I’m off to college and I figure I’ll have more luck there. I’m still boyishly cute and pretty fit, if a little on the lean side, so I’m putting my hopes on broad-minded college girls. Maybe even faculty? In the meantime…
Roy got into my head when I walked in on him… no, make that walked by him while he was showering. It was something my dad and he rigged up near the shed because when they came in from a day in the field they got so dirty that mom wouldn’t let them on the porch, let alone the house. It was just a stall with a rainwater cistern under it, a showerhead that came from an old watering can and a chain. You hold the chain, you get a drizzle of lukewarm water. Enough for a basic scrub down, since it’s in the shade in the summer it’s nice to get under the spray fully dressed and just cool off.
It also has a door that Roy never fucking closes! It’s because my mom doesn’t swing by that way, and as far as everyone else is concerned, hey, we’re all guys aren’t we? And we are, but some of us are at an impressionable age, under the influence of teen hormones and sexually curious, and are a bit vulnerable to being exposed to buck-naked, buff males! I hesitated for a few seconds with his back to me and then he turned around and I got a good look. I wasn’t sure if he was lathered up. He’s got white fur and everything but his tail and patches on his elbows and knees (tricky parts, as he explained) is kept trimmed down close to the skin, so I wasn’t sure if I was looking at fine white foam or fine white fur. On second thought, I think it was foam. It was covering parts of him that fur didn’t, and I got a really good look at those.
The bastard didn’t even have the decency to say anything, to tell me to fuck off or something like that. He just held my gaze, and it wasn’t like some alpha-male stare that made me go weak at the knees. It was just his usual “life’s too short for worries, take them as they come” look. He didn’t give a fuck about giving a fuck, and he didn’t give a fuck that there was a young man staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.
I came to my senses and managed to just walk away. He went back to washing himself, like nothing had happened. Didn’t even mention it, didn’t make any wisecracks about it. But I had a little more trouble getting him out of my head. That night I had some… intense dreams that didn’t seem like a big deal. But I was smart to know that it was just a peek at what was going on in my subconscious, the part of you that comes up when the reasoning part stands down. Like when you sleep, or when you fantasize, or masturbate…
In a few days I was thinking about what I saw when I did what dateless boys my age did. A day after that I tried pushing a finger up my ass, which was surprisingly easy so I just went with two. Some intense orgasms, more intense dreams. I actually tried pushing a candlestick back there, sort of testing my limits. And then one night I’d either worked up the courage or lost my mind and... well I definitely lost something that night.
*******
“Hey…” I said, opening the door and letting myself in. Acting casual. It really was an act. We both knew why I was here while my folks were asleep, but thankfully Roy was willing to go along with the act. No questions about why I’d snuck out of the house, no questions why he was awake at this hour and why he seemed to be waiting for me.
“Almost thought you wouldn’t how. C’mon, sit your ass down…” he said, putting away his phone and patting a spot next to him. He tapped at the screen and the twang of guitars filled the barn. Some really old rock/country/blues band or something. He and my dad were hooked on that stuff.
I joined Roy on what was, for lack of better word – a couch. He treated his camper like a bedroom/bathroom, but this corner of the barn was like his living room. The ‘couch’ was made of bales of straw arranged to form a couch-like shape and covered with… I think it was just an old piece of canvas at some point, but now it was worthy of being called a blanket because a ram was always sitting or lying on it and the hairs he shed got pressed into the fabric so it was probably mostly wool at this point. It smelled of raw fleece and… ram.
I sat my ass down quite close to his and wasn’t surprised by the metallic noise of a flip-top lighter. He lit up and the smell of wool and male was joined by the smell of home-grown weed. There’s more of it out here than you know – just a few plants scattered in the corn where no one would notice. Just enough to take the edge off. He took a deep drag and passed it to me, knowing that I was always on edge when I came here. I didn’t need much, but a little went a long way. The first time I came here he gave me a beer but… well there’s a reason why we switched to weed.
I handed the joint back, exhaling as Roy took another drag and stretched, casually resting a big, beefy (muttony?) arm around me back. I rolled my eyes at the corny move, but the smoke was doing its work. It wasn’t really summer yer, the barn was chilly for a boy dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and the hulking ram beside me was giving off heat. The shorn fuzz he was covered in was also pleasant to rub up against. Especially when he remembers to shower. He uses a plain old glycerin soap which doesn’t have a smell like scented bodywash so he just winds up smelling like… a male.
He passed me the joint again, and I took another short drag, pressing a little harder against him. He finished the rest taking one deep draw and pressing his muzzle to my lips. I took the smoke in, exhaled though my nose, and had just enough of a buzz to be in control but to be relaxed enough for this. And I want to make this clear, this was my idea. He wasn’t getting me high and taking advantage of me. I needed a good buzz just to be able to stand this guy long enough to… long enough.
Roy squeezed the roach with hoof-nailed fingers to put it put before flicking it away and turning his attention back to me. He kissed me again, filling my mouth with tongue instead of smoke this time round. My hand went to his chest while his slipped under my shirt. We weren’t exactly evenly matched. His hand practically covered my chest whereas I had a lot of ground to cover with mine. It was a thrill though. Freshly washed, that fuzz of his felt great against my palm, but it was the hard body under it that really thrilled me.
Roy was everything I wasn’t. Not just crude, but also huge. The horns added a bit of height before they started curling back, so with them I guess he was about a seven footer. And genetics, hard work and a good diet took care of filling out those seven feet. I don’t think he’s ever been in a gym in his life, but working on a farm and being in his prime meant he didn’t really need to. He also didn’t bother hiding other ways he burned calories. I could see it when we went to town to get supplies. He’d flirt shamelessly with girls, women, and most of them flirted back.
He obviously had a reputation with the ladies. Not really boyfriend material, but good for a night of fun. But he obviously didn’t bat an eye at making out with teenage boys. Pretty sure he’d fuck anything that let him. Like I said, I really can’t vouch for him and out sheep…He was leaning down over me now, hands roping my flat chest as he explored my mouth with his tongue. I let him do both. I genuinely enjoyed this part, and it wasn’t just because Roy was a good kisser. It was also because it kept him from talking!
His mouth also tasted nice and minty, but it wasn’t because he’d been considerate enough to brush or chew gum. He actually chewed mint, picked it from where it was growing and pushed the end of the stalk into his mouth like a hick stereotype. I told him that once and he just responded that I couldn’t blame a sheep for grazing!
My hand eventually drifted down from his chest, gliding casually over his abs as if I didn’t really have anything in mind and was just browsing. Eventually I got down to what brought me here. I undid the button of his knee-length jeans, which he insisted was as short as he could wear without popping out. I almost believed it. I didn’t go straight for the zipper. I wanted to but I knew the jackass would tease me for being impatient, and not with such nice words. Instead I went on the counter-offensive and teased him, running my hand along the obscene bulge and giving it a gentle but firm grope. Payback for what he was doing to my chest, but unlike him I had something to hold on to…
“You know this ain’t no petting zoo, kid…” he murmured, breaking the kiss and nuzzling my throat. “Why don’t you just do what you came here to do? It’s been a long day and I’m gonna need some shut-eye…”
“I could leave. Let you get some rest…” I said, calling his bluff with my own.
“Bullshit. If you could sleep you wouldn’t be sneaking out for some sugar. Ya’know, I’m just about done kissing, but that’s no reason for you to stop…” he said, looking down at his package.
A cheesy line, but it wasn’t like I wasn’t already thinking about it. I pulled my legs up and knelt facing him, resting a hand on a muscular thigh as I pulled the zipper down and fished him out. I’m fairly happy with my cock, since on a guy my size and build five inches doesn’t look half bad. Roy’s tool looked big on him, and he was almost seven feel and build like a brickhouse. Or at least it would be once I got him up and running.
“So what’s the deal? Kissing and groping me not enough to get you hard?” I asked without looking up, to focused on playing with the wobbly sausage I could barely close my hand around. I didn’t mind since it was kind of a thrill to play with it while it at half-chub, and get down to business when I got him hard.
“Survival, baby. If that thing got hard every time I thought about fucking, it would get me in all kinds of trouble. Fuck, can you imagine what your old man would do to me if you bent over in front of me and I tented my jeans?” he said, running a heavy hand over my ass which was raised in the air and positioned for easy access. “If you were his daughter he’d ask me what my intentions were and shit like that. So my cock stays put until some eager little thing rubs it and kisses it and gets it ready for action.”
Figuring that was my cue, I brought my mouth into play. He mentioned kisses, so I just went and kissed it all over, starting with the head and working my way down. His cock is pretty much like a humans – it wasn’t in a sheath or shaped like a feral ram’s. The only thing different was the color – the glans was a pale pink, and the skin of his shaft looked like it was pure white. Only when seen against the white of his fur could you tell there was a hint of flesh-tone to it. The sack under his cock was definitely not human, even though it had the same basic shape. It was way off scale, and I knew that it wasn’t for show.
I actually noticed my nostrils were flaring as I worked my lips up and down the thing. Like I said, he’d done me the courtesy of bathing so he didn’t smell like he’d been working all day in the sun, but without a scent of soap it was the scent of ram. I hadn’t noticed it the first few times we did this, or at least it didn’t do anything for me. Now it was like a learned reaction because I knew what would come after. My kissing and huffing were getting the job done, as well as the fist I was jerking up and down the pale shaft that was now fighting my grip. Fuck, I don’t know where I am when it comes to the sexuality, but I love this thing, enough to tolerate the jackass it was attached to.
“Owww!” I cried out as Roy proved me right, slapping the ass he’d up till then been groping. It wasn’t a strong one, but his hands were frickin’ huge…
“Come on kid, get to suckin’. You get me wet, I’ll grease up your boypussy, and we’ll see if my lamb comes out to play.” He said and I hid my face in his crotch, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out as I swallowed as much of him as I could. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t have the guts to spank me again with his pride and joy in my mouth.
I was getting good at this, at least compared to the first time I did it. In fact I knew for certain that I was good enough to get him off with just sucking as much as I could and stroking what was left outside because he once came in my mouth. No warning, of course. To him, the fact that he wasn’t pushing my face down into my crotch was the gentlemanly gesture, and if I didn’t want to drink his spunk I should ‘get out of the way of the spray’.
I heard him groan before the hand that had apologetically been rubbing my rump grabbed the elastic of my shorts and pulled it down, enough to expose what needed exposing. I felt the cool night air on my cheeks, and considering I had my back arched I felt it between them. But where the air had been cool the lube was cold! A finger scoop was quite a lot when it was one of Roy’s fingers, and I blushed both at having the stuff smeared on my pucker and knowing what it was. Veterinary lube, the same stuff we used for the sheep. I had to admit, it did the trick though…
I felt his fingertip circling my rim, could almost feel his eyes on by up-turned ass the rest of his hand was damn near covering. When I felt pressure I relaxed and pushed out a little and it popped in smoothly. The first one always does, I knew I shouldn’t let it get to my head. Speaking of which, I was going to town on his. If I pulled back until I only had a few inches of him in my mouth I could really put my tongue to work on him. When I took as much of him as I could I had to push my tongue out as far as it would go just to make room in my mouth. I was trying to swallow both my drool and his pre and doing a lousy job of it, but it didn’t matter. He definitely didn’t mind me getting messy, and it would make things easier.
The nice mellow high from the joint we’d shared was almost gone, pushed aside by adrenaline and teen hormones. I had two fingers back there now, probing around, slipping in and out and just spreading the lube around as the ram played with my ass. I knew when he was ready to get down to business when I felt him start actually fingering me – sticking them in deep and just jabbing rapidly away, rubbing up against my prostate just hard enough to tease me. I played hard to get for… maybe half a minute. I was breathing hard when his tip slipped from my lips and just stood staring at his glistening, twitching erection before remembering there were better things I could be doing with it. We were out of what little we wore in a second, each staring hungrily as the other’s body. Briefly…
“You wanna ride, huh?” he said, a dumb question since he was holding my hips and helping me straddle him. We’d tried a few different positions, but this one… it gets the job done.
“Holy shit, you shaved?” he said, eyes pointed to my smooth crotch. My hair’s dirty-blonde but what little body hair I have is pretty fair, and after working in the sun it bleaches out fast. Hence Roy’s peach innuendo from earlier.
“Yeah. Don’t make a big deal out of it, okay…” I said. I didn’t want to explain myself to him, and I definitely didn’t want him finding out that I used my mom’s razor to get the job done. Just because I overheard him once how he preferred women who shave down there…
I was reaching back and looking down when he took hold of my chin and tilted it so that he could plant a kiss on my. I rolled my eyes before closing them. He knew I wanted him in me, and I knew for a fact he wanted inside me, but he was acting all romantic just to fuck with me instead of fucking me. I couldn’t really get angry because he is a good kisser. He was even being well-behaved tonight. If I kept putting out for him, maybe he’d even stop being a jerk? Is boy-ass a cure for a jackass?
He broke the kiss and helped me out because trembling hands and lube make gripping and aiming a cock tricky. We got his tip on my button and I took a deep, shuddering breath. No mistaking that for a finger, and it wasn’t just the girth. The spongy tip was not exactly soft, but fleshy and yielding unlike a hoof-nailed fingertip, but I wasn’t gonna let that fool me. I know that once he was in he’d feel as hard as hickory. Okay, now here was the trick – deep breaths, slow going just to get my rosebud nice and dilated, make sure he was wedged and not going anywhere. And then a sharp drop of my hips, a hiss…
“Are you kidding me? It still hurts?” Roy asked, holding my hips and rubbing his thumbs along my sides.
“Of-ooooffh-course it fuckin’ hurts!” I hissed, fighting my body’s instinctive clenching. I knew it wouldn’t last long, I knew it would feel amazing in a matter of seconds, but there was no painless way for me to take something as big as Roy’s cock, short of spending all day with a plug up my ass.
“I thought you were just doing that for my sake. Make me feel all big and shit…” he said, running his hands up my sides, the thumbs now twiddling my nipples.
“Your ego’s already big enough…” I grunted.
“Just my ego?” the ram asked, flexing his shaft and making me bite my lip.
His groping was kinda humiliating but it more than kinda helped me relax. I’m not the most macho man around but I never felt like a girl or like I wanted to act girly. Roy never called me one or felt a need to pretend, but he had this way of touching me that was… confusing. Especially this early on when I still felt self-conscious. Relaxed me enough to start sliding down. Roy’s hands were back on my hips, not pushing me but swaying them in time to the twangy old music blaring from his phone. It didn’t take long for his tip to graze my sweet-spot, and after that my ass relaxed enough to let me take him comfortably.
“Did you remember to tinkle?” the ram said, making heat rush to my face.
“Fu… yes…” I sulked in response. He had a legitimate reason for asking but still… fuck him! Fuck him for reminding me!
It only happened the first time I came here for a nightly visit, not really sure what I wanted except that I wanted him. It started with groping, kissing, me getting fingered and him getting a pretty lousy blowjob, now that I looked back on it. And because all that made me lose my goddamned mind it ended with me bent over the workbench with my ass in the air and lube glistening between my cheeks. I have to hand it to him, he was patient, gentle, I guess… maybe he realized I was almost equal parts scared shitless and horny, leaning a little towards the former and that he had to keep it that way.
Remember how I mentioned he gave me beer that time, to relax? And only then? Well once he pushed all the way in I realized I only had so much room in there, and that I could have a full ass, a full bladder, but not both. I didn’t even realize I was… going… until he started gently fucking into me. The intensity of getting a dick up my ass for the first time had made me go half-soft and even the gentle humping was making my leaking cock flop around. Maybe it was because I had never, at least not that I remember, wet myself in public, or had an accident while I slept, but I was mortified. Roy thought it was hilarious and just kept doing his thing. Which at the time was my ass…
In spite of that, the first time Roy took me was… well, why do you think I kept coming back? In retrospect, bending over for a guy like him might have sent the wrong message and given him way to much control over the situation and way to much leverage to drive a huge cock into a very nervous virgin, but the second mess my flopping cock made that night wasn’t pee, nor was I sore next morning. Well, I was sore but… not in a bad way. The real reason I did it was because the thought of watching him while it happened and him seeing my face was just… out of the question.
And even though I trust him now more than I did then, I have to admit I like looking at the muscular body in its masculine prime. It’s even a thrill to see him looking at me, to see him staring and leering at me. And it gives me a bit of control, which I kinda want now that I know what I’m doing. I let out a groaning exhale as my cheeks brushed against the shorn fuzz of his thighs, letting my weight rest on him and taking the last fraction of an inch inside me. I still have to let myself relax a little around it, so I just drape myself over the ram’s chest, snuggle up and savor the feel of that shorn fleece against my bare skin while Roy gropes whatever strikes his fancy.
“Bet you smell like me even after you shower once I’ve fucked you. Smell like a ram... You tell your dad you’ve been helping me with the sheep? Heh, that won’t work on your ma though. She knows exactly what that mus-hey, relax, I’m kidding!” he said, but only after I’d smacked him on the head.
“I told you that wasn’t funny the last time and I told you not to mention my mom like that!” I said, holding my hand. Fuck, I should have smacked him on that smart mouth of his, not the super-thick ram skull! He knows I hate him saying shit like that about my mom and he still did it, getting me so pissed that I actually got up to leave. I rose and his cock left my ass with a wet, almost sad sound before Roy grabbed my wrist.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, all right? Fuck kid, you know me – I’ve got a shitmouth and shit for brains, you shouldn’t take anything I say seriously. Cmon’ don’t go to bed angry…” he said while I… well, pouted. He always has to do this! I don’t need him to sweet-talk me, I don’t need romance, I just need him not to run his fucking mouth and ruin everything! But he was right, you shouldn’t go to bed angry. You also shouldn’t go to bed with blue-balls and your ass smeared with lube with nothing to show for it. I reached behind, angled up, and sank down, once again getting what I needed form him.
He kept his mouth shut, which was good, but it wouldn’t last. He’ll do it while I still have some sense, while there’s a slim chance of me storming out without draining the heavy nuts I can feel under my ass. I started to move around, just swiveling my hips at first, than grinding back and forth before getting into the swing of things. My knees were resting on the ‘couch’ so in order to really lift myself up I had to go up and forward if I wanted to really slide on and off his cock. And I definitely did. It was more work than it seemed because I had to flex my back, keep a steady pace and all of that while holding that thick mutton-rod inside.
I grabbed on to his horns to steady myself, especially when I got the angle just right and managed to make his glans poke hard against my prostate before it slid deeper in. Roy was just enjoying my ride, running his hands along my body, not interfering. He knows he’ll get the chance to show his worth soon enough. But while I had the strength, I was running the show. My cock was as hard as it could get and leaving a wet trail along his hard abs, not so much as touched. I know for a fact Roy didn’t mind. When he took my cherry he’d had his hand wrapped around my erection. I wasn’t sure if he’d stroked me or if he’d just held me in his grip while he rode my ass and made my stiffy move in and out of it. The next time we did it I… I wound up coming before he had a chance to get involved. And once we’d seen my slender cock spewing boy-cum all on its own, neither of us bothered playing with it.
Wouldn’t take long either. It was all too much – the way the lubed shaft rubbed against my straining pucker, the way it throbbed and poked against my prostate, and the fullness/emptiness I felt as I rode the ram. Every once in a while I’d clench down, sighing as my body wrapped around him, savoring the groan this always got out of that filthy mouth of his. It would drive me almost to the point of cumming and then I’d release him. There was no rush. This part was best when it was lazy. The frenzied fucking would follow.
“So, you write essays in that fancy school you’re running of to?”
“Wha-what?” I asked. What the fuck was he going on about?
“Essays. You know, like ‘How I spent my summer’…”
“F-fuhhk… you…” I murmured, a ‘fuck you’ in a ‘fuck me’ tone of voice. I was too far gone to speak any other way.
“A good start, but you need to go into more detail. Maybe read it in front of the whole class…” he murmured, groping my ass even as it moved up and down, back and forth… “Seriously kid, you’re a fuckin’ tease. Got me hooked on this sweet piece of ass, got yourself a stud for the summer, and then you’re just gonna move half-way across the state. I’m not sure how I’m gonna make it until you get back for Christmas…” he said, traling a finger around the faint line of my pucker wrapped around him.
“Raahhh-andom… skanks?” I suggested. I swear to fucking God, if he mentions my mom again, I’m gonna.
“Yeah, or… I could talk your dad into letting me borrow the pickup, and drive you here and back for the weekends? How’s that sound, your own personal chauffer?”
“Dunno… Mmnghhh…mebbe…”
“Not a scenic route though, just a highway through the fields. Corn, wheat, rye, corn… boring ass shit. So I was thinking to keep it from getting boring you could just lean down, fish my cock out and play with something so you don’t get bored.” He said, and I actually chuckled.
“As… if!”
“C’mon baby, it’s just gonna be you and me out there. Heh, and every trucker we pass is gonna give me the goddamned honor salute…”
“Whaaaaht the… truckers?” I asked. I was a little too far gone to really care but too polite to just ignore the ram invading my ass.
“Yeah kid. Those cabs are waaaaay up there. Everyone else would think I’m alone in the car, but they’d see everything…”
At that point I just kept quiet, hoping he’d do the same. Still though… If anyone in town knew I was a notch on this asshole’s bedpost I’d die of shame, but the idea of someone random who doesn’t know me and will never see me again seeing me like that. Fuck, those were not safe thoughts to have this close to an orgasm. And as for his offer… I was pretty confident I’d have better luck with girls out there, but they wouldn’t actually be a replacement for what I had going on now…
But definitely not every weekend. Gotta have some standards…
With my breathing becoming labored and my movement’s jerky I knew I was close. So did Roy, and he was egging me on. He was still letting me move my body, but he was groping my ass and just straight-up leering at me. My knuckles were going white as I gripped his horns, my back flexing and my hips moving faster, losing what coordination they had. A tightening down there that I could recognize now, my breaths turning into gasps as I felt that weird sensation of an impending orgasm with nothing but open air on my cock.
“Nghhaaa…hhhaaahhh…nhaaaaaaa…”
Roy gave a little groan as my already tight ass went into overdrive, a squeeze on his cock for every flex of mine, my cum squirting lazily as my erection twitched and throbbed. Finally spent, I let go of his horns and flopped down on that massive chest, feeling his heartbeat through the shorn fleece and hard muscle. No throbbing between my cheeks though, no groaned out vulgarities. No surprise. He wasn’t done and neither was I. When I felt like I was ready I braced my hands against his shoulders and straightened up, still in his lap, still with a hard cock stuffing me. I looked at the wet smear of my cum soaking into the fur just above his crotch. At that moment, if he asked me, I’d lick it off him. Fuck, I was near to asking him if I could lick it off…
“You ready to let me do my thing?” he asked, but he could see in my face that I was. This wasn’t post-nut clarity, like when it’s just me jerking off. This one just left me weak, twitching and since I still had a hard cock up my ass – desperate for more. Also a little… uninhibited. “All right baby you just sit back and enjoy… let the ram at his lamb…” he said, grabbing my wrists and holding them firmly.
I leaned back, my arms growing taut as Roy held me, planting his feet firmly on the ground before the first buck. I grunted as his glans jabbed deep in, giving him a not to let him no he can… do his thing. Do his lamb. Roy doesn’t work out, he works and those muscles aren’t for show, something I was feeling as he started bucking up and bouncing me on his lap. Fuck, I felt like I weighed next to nothing for him, and knew for a fact he could keep this sewing-machine rhythm up for as long as it takes.
When it’s me riding him I have control, and I tend to take it slow. I feel every time he slides out, I feel when he fills me back up, and I definitely feel when he grazes my boy-button. Not when he does it. It’s jackhammering, and barely a few inches of him actually slide out and are back in before I can notice. It’s just the friction, the strange, intense fulness that comes from being pumped, from being outright fucked. It was raw, the slap of skin on skin, the wet noises of a thick shaft rutting a tight but well-lubed piece of teen ass. I even feel my butt-cheeks heat up from being slapped over and over by his hips.
“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re getting fucked. C’mon baby, you know what I want. Make the lamb noises and show me you want this…” he said. He was always careful not to start with this shit, saving it for the finale. He could have called me anything right now – fag, slut, cum-dump… I wouldn’t have given a damn until maybe after. But he’s got this thing he likes and well… fuck it.
“B-buuuuh…bwaaa… buuh…buh…”
Look at the bastard grin. It’s not really hard, I just add a ‘B’ sound to whatever embarrassing noises I’m making. And I’m making a lot of them. This gets me hotter than I can explain – the way I’m leaning back, my body completely exposed to a male who doesn’t mind if he’s caught staring. I can’t couch myself and he can’t touch me ‘cause he’s holding my wrists and keeping me from falling ass-backwards, so it’s like he’s molesting me with his eyes. He’s staring at my stiff nipples, at the way my belly moves while that monster is pistoning in and out of my ass. It’s pretty flat, so you can see it when you know what to look for. And my cock, already getting hard again and flinging the last few drops of my cum as it slaps about all over the place. He usually likes looking at it, and now that it’s shaved smooth he can’t take his eyes off it. It’s humiliating, it’s depraved, and it’s just what I need at this point.
“Bhaaaaghh! Buhh, buhh…”
“Mmmmgghh, that’s what I like to hear…” he growls, yanking on my wrists and sending me sprawling into his chest.
The hands move to my ass, digging deep into it and making me clench down on him in response. His hips keep moving, same jackhammer pace as if they were on autopilot. My face is buried in his neck and I’m breathing him in while he’s breathing me. My cock is sandwiched between us, pressed into the wet mess it had made on his abs. I’m gonna make it bigger by the time were done, but I don’t feel bad about it. I can hear his balls slapping, I remember the weight of them in my hand… I know who’s gonna be the messy one by the time we’re done. I don’t care. I’ve come prepared.
“Bwwaaaah!” I cry out, still ‘in character’ as a heavy hand slaps my cheek hard. I don’t really feel it as pain at this point, just a sort of heat seeping into the muscle. More heat inside though…
I don’t know how much time goes by. I suppose I could have guessed by the songs on his phone changing, but I couldn’t even hear them anymore. Grunts, lamb noises, the slap of soft skin on hard muscle and over it all the pounding of my heart in my ears. I can feel myself tightening around him, my clenching doing nothing to slow Roy down. It’s way too slick back there now, all it does is to make things more intense for me. I’ve literally been breached by a battering ram, hanging on for dear life as my toes start to curl. I lose what little control I had over the situation and my body, throwing my head back.
“B-Bwwhaaa-“
Half-way through it I feel a muzzle push itself against my lips. This wasn’t the kissing part of the evening and Roy wasn’t a romantic, but he had just enough sense left to know that a cry loud enough to wake my parents would be trouble. He breaks the kiss once he’s sure I haven’t got enough air to holler, my face flopping back against his neck as I feel the throb of his cock, and I know what it means. I shudder and gasp while the fucker breeds me, wishing I could reach his sack from here just to feel it. One time he had me bent over I was looking down my body and saw it at just the right moment – pulling up and twitching, every twitch a rope of cum being shot up my ass. Soon enough I could feel things gurgling down there, and knew I’d be a little bloated by the time he was ready to slip out.
Roy doesn’t sweat but I do, and even though my back is a little cold I can feel the fur I’m resting against is damp, to say nothing of the mess between us. Two loads worth, still not even one tenth of what I’ll be carrying out of here. He’d been bucking up into me while seeding my ass, and it’s only when his hips stop that I know he was mostly spent, just oozing the last few drops into my battered ass. The cock that had just made a lamb of me again goes slightly soft, but not all the way. It never did while it was up my ass and I have no doubt that if we stayed like that a little longer Roy would get hard again.
Since that’s way more than I can handle, I carefully lift my hips, feeling my legs tremble before I feel his glans pop out. I clench, and knowing that I clench tight enough just yet I slip a hand back there to keep from making too much of a mess. I didn’t kick my shorts too far away this time, so I fish out and unwrap the little white stub.
“Fuck, I love watching you put those things in, almost like you want the breeding to take.” Roy said, ogling me as I shoved a tampon up my loose ass. “Did you… buy those yourself?” he asked slyly, and I just know he was asking if I took one from my mom.
“Yes.” Of course I did. Thank God for self-service checkout counters! “Don’t let it go to your head, this is just so I don’t leave a trail of spunk leading from here back to my room.” I said, putting on the rest of my clothes. Might seem a little cold, after glow and all that, but we were both spent, it was late and three was work to do tomorrow.
“See, that’s why you’re the smart one. By the way, think about what I said – weekend road-trips…” he said, leaning back, spreading his legs and daring me not to look at his glistening, half-hard shaft. Fucker knows full well that after that remark I’ll be dreaming about them…