Written by rae121452
Running out of gas in deep country can be wonderful. I was driving down I-75 and it had literally become a trip through hell on earth. A trip that would normally take 8 or 9 hours had stretched already into 13 with no end in sight.
I had left Detroit that morning at 6 AM and I'd been on the road ever since. I had told my cousin that I'd arrive in Nashville in the early afternoon but it was 6 PM and I was still on the road, somewhere between Lexington and Richmond in Kentucky.
Just across the Ohio border I had run into construction, my first delay. On the other side of Toledo there was a massive accident that took forever to clear, my second delay. In Dayton, it seemed as if the entire stretch of highway through the city was undergoing reconstruction and traffic was like something from a third world country. Now, outside of Richmond in Kentucky, traffic was at a virtual standstill, the radio stations all sucked and I was running low on gas. The first day of my new life was a total disaster.
I had left Detroit to escape a relationship followed by a bad breakup. Scott and I had lived together for 2 years. Actually, he was the reason I'd moved to Detroit in the first place. From the very first I had loathed the city. It was an urban war zone, miles of abandoned and rotting houses. I'd grown up in the country and the only countryside I could see were weed grown vacant lots and the only wildlife had four legs and a long scaly tail.
Everything worked fine at first, and then Scott lost his job. At first he was too depressed to job hunt, and then it seemed to become an unimportant thing to him. I wound up going every day to a job I hated while he stayed home doing who knows what. All of the bills, all of the responsibility fell on me.
Then, the day before yesterday, I had forgotten my phone when I left for the day. I went to work and took care of a few things and then took an early lunch so that I could go home and pick up the phone. Normally, I wouldn't have been back until at least 6 PM and it was just around 11 AM when I let myself into the apartment.
It was totally quiet and I wondered where Scott might have gone. Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of our bed. Not just the bed itself, the sound of the springs straining over and over as someone was getting fucked. I walked to the closed bedroom door and quietly opened it.
My current best friend, Billy, was lying on his back with his knees hitched over Scott's shoulders and Scott's big hard cock was sliding in and out of Billy's ass hole.
"Has anybody seen my phone?" I asked the room at large.
Scott jumped up, his hard dick swaying in front of him and Billy struggled to cover himself with a sheet.
"Ah, there it is, right on the nightstand where I left it." I said.
I walked in, not looking at either one of them, picked up the phone and called my job.
"I quit." I told the receptionist. "Yes, that's right, I won't be coming back. Just throw away anything I left behind."
I walked into the living room and Scott followed me, jabbering behind me. I ignored him and called my cousin in Nashville.
"Hey, cuz! Guess who?" I said. "Remember telling me that I could bunk on your couch if I ever wanted to relocate? Well, the time has come. I'll be leaving first thing in the morning so I should get into town sometime in the afternoon. Is that okay? Great! I'll see you then."
After I hung up I walked into the bedroom and started taking my clothes out of the closet. Scott and Billy were both jabbering at me by this time but I couldn't seem to concentrate enough on what they were saying to understand. I made several trips to my car with my clothing on hangers and stuffed into Ikea bags, then went back and filled my arms with books and papers, all of the accumulated stuff that I'd piled up over the past two years. Scott had slipped on pants and a shirt by then and he followed me back and forth, still jabbering away.
After I had loaded everything I wanted into my car, I went back upstairs to make a final sweep. Scott and Billy had stopped yammering and were standing in the kitchen.
"Scott, it's been real. Billy, he's all yours. The rent and all of the utility bills are due and I suggest you pay them if you want Scott to have someplace to fuck you."
I walked downstairs, got into my car and drove to a motel. I rented a room and slept until 4 AM the next morning. I was sad but so relieved that I felt 10 years younger. At 6 AM. I hit the road and descended into highway hell.
The sign up ahead said "Richmond 20 miles" and I knew that I didn't have enough gas to make it that far in the crawling traffic. I came to an unmarked off ramp about a mile further on and I took it, reasoning that if there was a ramp there must be a gas station. Wrong. And even worse, there was no re-entry ramp. I was in the middle of Kentucky on a two lane road with no idea of where I was.
I figured if I kept driving I was bound to come to an on ramp and that might have happened except that the road suddenly veered to the right, away from the interstate.
"Okay," I thought to myself, "the road must lead to a town and there's sure to be gas."
So, I kept driving.
It was early summer and still light out so I wasn't too alarmed. That is, until the road started rising and becoming less and less maintained. I hadn't passed another car the whole time but I kept driving.
Finally, after about an hour, the road had turned into whatever the modern equivalent is of a dirt road and I was totally lost and running on gas fumes. Plus, it was getting dark.
I drove on another few miles before the car just died, dry as a bone. I was in the middle of a dark wood with night coming on and no one around for miles as far as I could tell.
I thought about just staying in the car and waiting till morning, hoping that someone was bound to happen by but after a half hour I was ready to go nuts. I got out of the car, locked it and started walking.
I don't know if you've ever been in the wilds of Kentucky at dusk but let me tell you, there is no romantic sunset. It's like it is light one minute and then the next someone turned off the light. Blackness crashed down around me with a thud and I had trouble even keeping on the road.
I stumbled through the night for a while and then suddenly, up ahead on my right, I saw a glow of light. I hurried toward it as fast as I could in the blackness and soon was able to see that it was a house with softly glowing window panes. I started up the hill toward it and promptly fell ass over elbows into a ditch which caused an unknown number of bloodthirsty sounding dogs to set up a racket of barking and baying.
From where I was lying, I could see the front door open and a figure silhouetted in the soft light.
"Who the hell is out here?" a man called.
"Help. I'm sorry. I'm lost." I called back.
A flashlight came on in the figure's hand and I watched as it bobbed down the hill toward me. He stopped a few feet away, the flashlight shining in my face and illuminating my predicament.
"Hell, you sure do look lost. What are you doing out here rambling around in the dark?"
"I ran out of gas down the road." I said. "I got off of the interstate to look for a gas station and then I got lost on the road. I got out and started walking and I saw your lights."
"Well, are you hurt? Can you get yourself up out of that waller?" he asked.
I struggled to my feet and he shone the light so that I could see the path up to the house. I climbed the porch steps and as I stood on the porch he shone the light up and down me.
"Don't look like you got damaged." he said. "Just a little dirt and that'll brush off."
He started swatting at my shirt with his other hand, then grasped my shoulder and turned me around to dust off my back. His hand moved down and soon was swatting the dust off of my ass.
"You sure like to wear those jeans tight, don't you?" he said as his hand thumped my butt.
"We've got a visitor, boys." he called through the open door, then grasped me by the upper arm and pulled me indoors.
At first, even the soft glow of oil lamps blinded me and I had to blink a couple of times before the room swam into view. We were in a kitchen with a big center table and oil lamps placed around the room. At the table there were two men seated. The first looked to be in his early twenties. He had hair that was almost white and pale skin. Even in the semi-dark I could see that he had bright blue eyes. The other man was around my age, late twenties, and he was dark with dark curly hair and a thick mustache. They were both wearing tee shirts and I could see they had muscular arms and torsos.
I turned and looked at my rescuer. He was an older man, probably in his late forties. He sported a short cut beard and had the same blue eyes as the younger man. His hair was dark and curly and he had a weathered, handsome face. He was wearing a pair of old overalls with no shirt on underneath and I couldn't help but admire the thick muscles of his biceps and shoulders and the forest of dark curly hair spouting out of the overall bib top.
When I looked back up at his face he was half smiling, obviously aware that I'd been admiring what I could see of his body.
"These here are my sons." he said. "The younger one is Tate..."
"You can call him Tater Head if you want." the older son said.
"...and the older boy with the big mouth is Willy" he finished. "They just call me JT."
He stuck out his hand to shake and I was aware of how strong and warm his hand was. He was giving me that sly half smile again.
"How in the hell did you come to be rolling around in our front yard in the dark?" Willy asked and I explained again about being lost and out of gas.
"Shoot, you're only about twelve miles from Richmond." Tate said. "Just a little more gas and the road would have taken you right into town. There's no gas station between here and there, though. How far are you headed?"
"I'm on my way to Nashville." I said. "I left Detroit early this morning and I've been in traffic jams ever since."
"You planning on being a country star?" Tate asked.
"Not hardly." I said. "My mother used to tell me I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. I'm just looking to start over."
They all three laughed and JT asked, "When's the last time you ate? If you been on the road all day you must be starved. Sit yourself down, I made a stew and some biscuits and we were just getting ready to tuck in. There's plenty, so don't feel shy."
I was suddenly achingly aware of how hungry I actually was. I sat down at the table and JT served us each with a big bowl of stew and a fluffy biscuit, and then put the rest on the table in easy reach. The stew was delicious and the biscuits better than I was used to. The boys and JT were finished long before I was and sat and watched as I stuffed myself.
JT got up from the table and moved to a spindly rocker in the corner. I glanced over at where he sat and I was conscious of the considerable size of the lump filling his denim covered crotch. Again, he noticed me noticing.
"How's that possum stew taste?" he asked me.
"It's delicious." I said. "And these biscuits are light as feather."
"It ain't possum stew." Willy said, rising and gathering up the dirty dishes. "That's chicken he bought at the Save-a-Lot today. He's just trying to spook you."
"I don't spook too easy." I replied.
I looked over to where JT sat rocking and he let one hand slide into his lap and cup the huge bulge there.
"I bet I know something that would spook you." he said, smiling.
"Don't bet on it." I replied. "You'd be real surprised how brave I can be when it's called for."
I turned and watched as Tate and Willy washed the dirty dishes. Both of them were tall and rangy. Their tee shirts showed off their hard muscular bodies and both were wearing loose blue jeans. When they moved, the large bulges at their crotches shifted and moved, too, and I wondered if they were wearing underwear.
"So, how do you like KY?" JT asked.
I turned back to him and the surprise must have shown on my face because I immediately thought of the popular anal sex lube. He was looking at me with that same shit eating grin.
"Kentucky?" he said. "How do you like Kentucky?"
I composed myself and replied, "I've liked every experience with KY so far. I can't say I've had a single bad time."
"I'll just bet you haven't." JT said.
He unhooked one of the straps on his overalls so that the flap fell forward on one side. His fur covered pec muscle was sculpted and broad, standing out from his chest and his dark nipple was a perfect cone shape that shone in the lamp light. "Getting' kinda warm in here, ain't it?" he said.
I tore my eyes from that delicious looking tit and looked up at him.
"So what are we going to do about my car?" I asked. "Can you give me a ride to a gas station?"
"Hell, you're used to the big city, boy." JT told me. "You won't find any place open after dark around here and those roads are dangerous besides. I've got a couple of jerry cans of gas out in the shed but we can't do anything until daylight. You'll just have to stay the night."
"I appreciate that but I don't want to put you to any trouble."
"Won't be no trouble." JT replied. "Only thing is, we don't have an extra bed so you're going to have to share up with one of us."
Before I could reply, Tate blurted, "He can share with me, I don't mind."
Both JT and Willy gave him a long cool look and then JT turned to me. "Will that suit you?"
I imagined what Tate's nude body probably looked like, his pale skin and blond hairlessness and the promising bulge in his jeans.
"I think that'll suit me to a T." I replied.
We spent a few hours after that just talking and shooting the shit. I told them I had headed South after a nasty breakup but I didn't go into detail. I asked how they survived out in the middle of nowhere and JT told me that he used to farm but the "guvment" paid him more per year not to grow than he had made before. He said that they harvested ginseng in the woods and made good money at it and that he and the boys were always finding odd jobs and ways to make more money. Willy had served in Afghanistan and received a monthly pension.
I told him that he didn't look like he needed a pension and his dad said, "What have I been telling you, boy?"
Willy stretched his right leg out in front of him and knocked on it.
"It's fake from here on down." he said. "I stepped on some kind of land mine. I'm lucky that's all it did. At least I didn't come back needing dope all of the time or alcoholic. Lot's of guys had it worse than me."
"I'm really sorry that it happened anyway." I said. "But a good looking guy like you isn't going to find it a hindrance. I bet you've got the girls following you around town just waiting to be noticed."
"I'm not much the type for girls." he replied.
"So it sounds like a pretty good life out here." I said to the dad. "I wish I had your lives. What do you do for fun?"
"Maybe we're making moonshine out in the woods, too." JT said.
"Well, if you are, keep it out there. That shit smells like vomit and gives you a hangover that makes you wish you'd died. I wasn't always a city boy." I told him.
"I'm beginning to see there's a lot more to you than I first suspected." he replied.
The talk dwindled down and finally JT said, "Okay, boys, time for bed. We've got to get this fella on the road bright and early."
He walked over and opened a door on the opposite wall.
"The boys both sleep upstairs." he said. "My room is in here."
He stood with his hand on the knob and a questioning look on his face.
"Come on, time for bed." Willy said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me up before I could say anything. He and Tate herded me over to the stairs and when I looked back, JT was still standing in the doorway watching me go.
Upstairs was one big room under the slanted roof. A bed stood off to the left against a low wall and another stood with the headboard up against a brick chimney that divided the room.
"This is my bed over here by the chimney." Tate said, leading me to it.
"Is it okay if I just sleep in my shorts?" I asked.
"Shoot, you can sleep without them if you want. Me and Willy do." Tate replied.
Tate set the oil lamp down on the table by his bed and I turned my back and began to undress. I could hear the rustle of the boys disrobing and my cock started to grow thinking about it. Shielding my stiffening cock, I turned to face them.
Tate, as I suspected, was the kind of blond whose body hair is so light and fine that it almost disappears. His body was well muscled, the kind that comes from hard work, long and smooth instead of bulky. His pubic hair was almost non-existent and a sizable circumcised cock that was a darker red than the rest of his body and hung down over a hairless ball sack.
Willy was just the opposite. His body was muscular, too, but in a bulky, built up way. His thick shoulders and arms looked almost as large as his father's and he had the same dark red conical nipples standing out from his curly chest hair. The fur trailed down his torso to a thick nest of curls over a thick cock that looked like it was swelling as I stared. His prosthesis started at about mid thigh and I was surprised at how natural it looked.
"Pretty disgusting, huh?" he said knowing that I was looking at the limb.
"Don't give yourself so much credit." I replied. "It would take a whole lot more than prosthesis to make a hot looking guy like you stop turning heads."
By now, my poor cock was fully hard and standing straight up and throbbing. I was having a difficult time keeping it hidden.
"Like you said, time for bed." I said and reached over with one hand and turned down the wick of the light.
I slid between the cool sheets and felt the bed sag when Tate got in on the other side. I was acutely conscious of the beautiful man lying next to me and my rebellious cock continued to throb and my balls began aching. I turned onto my right side, my back to Tate and tried to go to sleep.
After 10 minutes or so, I assumed from his steady breathing that Tate was asleep. I had just began to doze off when Tate turned over, facing me. I felt his smooth chest against my back and even better, a hot, hard shaft of meat nestling in the cleft of my buns. Unsure if he was sleeping, I moved my hips backward to get more of his cock between my buns and I was rewarded by him thrusting his hips nearer. I felt his hand slide down in the bed and then his fingers probing between my ass cheeks until he found my puckered hole. I reached behind me and grasped his stiff cock. It was bigger and thicker than I had expected.
"Is this alright?" he whispered as his finger pressed its way into my ass.
"This is better than alright." I replied. "This is exactly what I need."
I turned over so that I was lying on my stomach and spread my legs so that my ass was open and ready to get fucked. Tate climbed up on his knees behind me and I felt a gob of hot spit land on my ass hole, then the thick head of his cock pressing against my opening.
My tight hole expanded, eager to get his meat inside and then the wide head popped through the tight ring. He pressed harder and the length of hot meat slid into my guts and filled me up. Lying on top of me, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass and his heavy balls resting between my legs he whispered, "Are you doing okay?"
"I'll be a lot better as soon as you start fucking me with that fat cock." I whispered back.
He started slow, sliding the length of meat in and out of me, making me feel every inch. I clamped my ass muscles down around the big invader and he responded by beginning to thrust faster into my ass.
"You're so tight." he whispered. "I don't know how long I can last."
"Shoot whenever you're ready." I replied. "We've got all night for you to fuck me as often as you like."
Tate must have liked that answer because he started pile driving his cock into my hole. The mattress thumped and the bed springs squeaked with every thrust and I worried that Willy would overhear us. All too soon, I felt Tate's big hard dick get bigger, wider and harder and he buried as far up my ass as he could get it. His cum flooded my bowel, the heat and wetness filling my stretched ass chute. He collapsed onto my back and lay panting.
"You fuckers aren't getting away with anything." I heard Willy say from across the room. "I know what ass fucking sounds like when I hear it."
"That may be true but do you know how to do it?" I replied.
"Why don't you bring that tight little ass over here and find out." Willy said.
I got out from under Tate and crossed the room. Tate was snoring before I even got to Willy's bed. He pulled back his covers and I slid in with him.
Sliding my hand down to his crotch I found his cock already hard and throbbing. It felt even bigger than Tate's, thicker around and at least an inch longer.
"Damn, they grow 'em big in Kentucky, don't they?" I said.
I slid down into the bed and wrapped my lips around his huge cock head. He sighed and arched back, giving me full access to his delicious meat and I spent several minutes running my lips up and down the thick shaft, tonguing his piss slit and sucking on his hairy balls.
"Are you going to let me fuck your ass like Tate did?" he asked.
"I'd be damned insulted if you didn't." I replied. "Is there any way that's easier for you with your leg?"
"Don't you worry about that." he replied. "My third leg is calling the shots from here on."
I rolled onto my belly again and Willy climbed on top of me. My ass was already lubed with Tate's cum and spit and my own juices so as soon as his cock head found my hole, it slid right in.
"Fuck, Tate was right. That's a real tight ass."
"Don't worry; your big meat will stretch it." I said.
Willy didn't start out slow like Tate. He jack hammered his wide cock in and out of my clutching ass hole and I could hear his hips slap against my ass cheeks with every thrust. My cock was so stiff it felt like it was ready to bust and every time his cock hit bottom in my ass, my balls retracted like they were ready to shoot. I braced myself under him, arms and legs rigid and my ass turned upward and spread so that he could violate every inch. My ass hole was burning, in a good way, as his thick meat slid in and out of the tight ring. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling of being really and truly fucked.
Willy slammed into my ass even harder and his cock grew thicker and more rigid. He didn't even slow down as his hot ball juice exploded into my ass, he just kept slamming his cock into me and fucking his cum further up my hole. Finally, I felt his cock start to soften and he rested his body on top of me.
I opened my eyes and became aware that the room was softly lit. I looked over at the staircase and JT stood nude at the top, an oil lamp in his hand.
His body was magnificent and even that description doesn't do it justice. He was naturally muscled, each group defined but not over worked and distended like a body builder. It was a totally natural, totally beautiful body. His wide shoulders, covered in downy hair, supported his thick pecs. The thick mat of hair on his chest hid the flesh from view except for his coppery nipples. His torso tapered down to slim hips, the line of his body hair following the taper and ending it a tight mass of curls around his cock and balls.
When I first saw his cock it was standing upright and I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Is that thing real?" I asked.
"Daddy's got the biggest cock in the family." Willy said, easing his cock out of my ass and turning on his side.
"I would have guessed the whole state from the size of it." I replied.
"You boys are disturbing my rest, what with the beds thumping and the feet running around and all of the groaning going on up here. That's no way to treat a guest, keeping him awake all night." JT said crossing over to the edge of the bed.
He grasped my hand and pulled me up from beside Willy.
"Since you boys don't know the meaning of hospitality, I'll just take him down to my room where he can relax."
"Uh oh," Willy said, "any last words?"
"Yeah, if you hear me screaming, don't come and save me." I replied.
JT led me over to the staircase and indicated that I was to go first. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole time and when we got to his room he came up behind me so that his massive cock rested against my freshly fucked ass.
"As soon as I saw that little butt out on the porch I knew I wanted to get into it." he said.
"Great minds run the same channel, then, because as soon as I saw you in the kitchen, even before I knew you were toting around a King Kong sized dick, I wanted you to fuck me."
"I guess we'll both be getting our wish, then." he replied.
"Let me suck on it for a little while first." I said.
JT crossed over to the bed, giving my ass a friendly squeeze on the way. He climbed on and lay down on his back with his legs spread, his huge cock standing up and away from his flat hairy abdomen. I climbed on after him and nestled between his legs. If anything, his balls were just as impressive as his cock, the sack thick and meaty and the orbs inside the size of large hen's eggs. I buried my face in his hairy sack and inhaled the wonderful scent of his cock and balls.
I looked up and he watched me as I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and then the other around the shaft right above it. There were at least 4 or 5 inches of thick meat still sticking out above. I jacked his shaft with both hands and I was surprised when the thick skin slid up and covered his cock head.
"You're uncircumcised?" I asked.
JT smiled and said, "My boys were born in a hospital but I was born at home, back in a holler. They didn't go around cutting on things they didn't have to."
"I'm glad." I said. "This thing is perfect just as it is."
I lowered my head and nibbled at the thick foreskin with my lips and JT let out a sigh. I nibbled and tongued him, then slid my tongue down inside the hood till my tongue met his piss hole. Pre cum was leaking out of the slot and I licked up what I could, and then skinned him back so the head was exposed and licked up the rest. As I took the massive head into my mouth a tremor passed through JT's body.
"It's been a long time since anybody loved on my cock that way." he said.
I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much cock into my throat as I possibly could and still not engulfing half of it. His cock grew harder and swelled even more from my attention.
I backed off of his dick and held it upright in front of me to admire.
"You spooked by that thing, yet?" JT asked.
"The only thing I'm afraid of is that you're not going to fuck me with it." I replied.
JT propped himself on his elbows and reached into the drawer of the bedside table. He drew out a tube of KY jelly and held it up for me to see.
"Welcome to KY" he said.
"It's not my first visit. Gimme that."
I grabbed the tube, uncapped it and squeezed a long line of lube up the length of his cock. As I smoothed it over the hot surface JT squirmed on the bed. When I had his cock good and slick, I climbed up and straddled his hips. My cock was hard as a brick and standing out from my body and JT wrapped his hand around it as I slowly lowered my ass over his dick. I reached down and guided the massive head to my hole and when it made contact, I began to press my hips down so it entered me. Even though I'd just been fucked twice, it took a minute or two for my hole to expand enough to let him in. As I felt his cock entering me, gobs of precum squirted out of my dick head and landed on JT's hairy chest.
"You're really enjoying this." he said. "Your dick is already spitting and I'm not even in you yet. You must want it bad."
"This is a once in a lifetime cock and I intend to ride every inch of it." I replied.
I had his huge cock head firmly lodged inside of my ass ring and I began the slow descent to his balls. It took a while; I'd take in a few inches and then pause to let my ass chute expand around the giant cock.
After 5 minutes or so, I was sitting on JT's belly with every inch of his meat buried in my hole.
"There ain't many who take all of that on the first try." he said.
"Then I guess this is a lucky day for both of us." I bounced my ass up and down and moved it side to side, getting used to the monster meat inside my ass. Even just sitting still on it, I felt like I was ready to cum.
"How's that cock feeling up in you?" JT asked.
"Like my ass hole was made for you to fuck." I replied.
"Good, that's just what I wanted to hear."
JT grabbed me around the chest and pulled me down on top of him, then rolled over on the bed so that he was ob top of me, my legs around his hips and his massive cock still buried in my ass to the hilt.
"Now I've got you where I want you." he said.
"And now I've got you where I want you, too. You want to show me how a country boy fucks ass?"
JT rotated his hips, causing the huge cock to slide around inside my hole, banging against the tight walls and stretching my hole even more. Then he began to fuck me. His cock was so long that it was hitting the back wall of my ass and when he started to thrust into me I thought I was seeing stars every time he hit bottom. He teased my ass, fucking me slowly and gently, building up the hunger in my hole till I thought I might yell.
"You like that big ole country dick, don't you?" he said.
"I love it." I told him. "You've got the best cock I ever had. I want you to ruin my hole. Fuck me with that big dick till I cry. Make me beg you for it."
"You sure know the right things to say to make a fucker want to own your hole."
He started to fuck me harder then and I felt like I was having my first real experience of being fucked. He was 10 times better than the best I'd ever had and he wasn't even trying. His huge cock slid in and out of me and I was helpless to do anything but absorb the assault and hope it would continue.
"It takes me a while to cum; I hope you're up for it." JT panted.
"We've got all night and right now I don't ever want you to stop."
I was panting myself from the unbridled lust he'd created in me. I began to move my hips, thrusting my ass to meet the fat dick plowing my hole and JT loved it. We were in perfect sync, moving like the parts of a well oiled machine. I didn't think anything could possible feel better but I was wrong.
JT grabbed my legs under my knees and pressed them up and back so that my ass was spread as wide as possible. Then, he started deep dicking me, pulling his cock out of my ass till only the head was inside and then slamming the full length of his meat into me. I had never felt anything like it and I couldn't help the groans and growls that came from my throat. At some point, I felt my cum squirt out of my cock head in an orgasm like none I'd ever had. It felt like the cum was rising from my toes and roaring down my spine at the same time, then blasting out of my cock like an oil gusher. At that point, I was incoherent and made sounds like I was talking in tongues. It was like a religious experience in a lot of ways.
JT had been nuzzling my neck, something that always makes me hot to fuck, but now he moved his head and began to kiss me. I had my arms around his thick torso, the muscles flexing in my embrace and his hairy chest grinding against mine. My legs were around his waist, holding on for dear life as he pounded in and out of my hole. When his thick tongue invaded my mouth and forced its way down my throat I was ready to die because this had to be what heaven was like.
His cock had gotten harder and I could feel it swelling. He began to fuck me in short strokes out and deep strokes in, feeding my hole his cock. I knew he was close to cumming and I broke away from his lips and whispered, "Fill me up with your hot juice. My ass belongs to you and I want your cum in me."
That did it. Hard to believe but his cock swelled even bigger and thicker and he rammed himself so deep in my ass that I thought he must be fucking me in the lungs.
He stopped, perfectly still and then I felt the cum flood into my ass with the force of a fire hose. He grunted each time a new bucket of cum blasted out of his balls and the walls of my ass squirmed, feeling the force of his fluid. After the third or fourth flood of cum, he collapsed on top of me and buried his face against my neck again.
"Goddamn, you're going to give an old man a heart attack." he whispered. "Did they teach you to fuck like that up in Detroit?"
"Nobody in Detroit could come close to fucking ass like you do." I said. "For that matter, nobody in Detroit probably has a cock like yours. It must be one of those ridge runner things."
"I beg your pardon!" he replied, smiling down at me. "Ridge runners are Tennesseans. Kentuckians are just plain old hillbillies or briar hoppers. And don't you forget it."
"Well, now at least I'll know what to order to get me some more of what I was just served."
He lay on top of me, stroking my hair and the side of my face. His cock must have gone soft but it didn't feel any smaller in my ass.
"I guess I'd better let you up so you can get some sleep." he said.
"Wait, let me try something."
I rolled him over so that he was on his back again and then I spun my ass around on his cock like a spindle till I was facing his feet. I lay back against his chest, wrapped his arms around my chest and rolled us both over so that we were on our sides and his cock was still buried deep in my ass.
"I want to sleep with your cock in my ass." I told him.
He reached over and lowered the lamp light and I immediately fell to sleep.
It was just after dawn the next morning when JT woke me up by sitting on the bed. When I opened my eyes he asked, "You just about ready to get up? Days start early in the country."
I reached out and grasped his enormous cock through his overalls.
"So this wasn't just a dream after all." I said. "I thought sure I'd wake up back in Detroit."
"Nope," he said, "it's all real." He sat looking at me and then he reached over and stroked my hair and face the way he had done the night before.
"You sure you don't want to stay with us a while longer?" he asked.
"I'd like to but my cousin is expecting me and I'm already a day behind. And I have to find a job real soon."
"You could just stay here. Wouldn't cost nothing but what you ate and we'd sure like to have you."
"I can't freeload and be a burden on anyone." I said. "I'm just not that kind."
"Well, I can understand that." JT replied. "But maybe you can come back and visit us once you get settled. You're welcome any time to stay as long as you want. I'm afraid you'll get to the city and forget all about us country folk."
"I couldn't forget you guys even if I wanted to." I told him, squeezing the long tube of meat in my hand.
"You better get up and moving before I climb back in that bed with you. Breakfast is on the table."
Someone had brought my clothes down from upstairs and laid them on a chair by the door. I jumped up and dressed while JT served the meal.
When I walked into the kitchen, Willy and Tate were sitting waiting for me.
"Daddy, I think there was a cougar outside last night. I heard some kind of caterwauling sounded like an animal was being killed." Willy said.
"Yeah, and did you hear the earthquake?" Tate asked. "There was such a rumpus and a shaking going on that the bed down here was knocking against the wall to beat the band. I thought the whole house was going to fall off of the foundation."
"I must have been busy." I said. "I didn't notice any of that."
"I'll bet you didn't." Willy replied. "I'm surprised you're not walking bowlegged this morning from the sounds I heard."
"You ought to be surprised that your daddy is up and walking at all. It's a good thing I had a workout before I came downstairs. It let me take it easy on him."
"So you're really going?" Tate asked.
"I don't really have a choice." I replied. "I wish I did."
"We're going to be sorry to see you go." Willy said.
I didn't really have any appetite and there was a lump in my throat. We sat and made idle chat until finally JT said, "The boys already went and gassed up your car. We'll give you a ride down there whenever you're ready."
I felt terrible. "Let's get it over with." I said.
I followed them down the hill to where a big 4x4 was parked on the edge of the road. I got in the back with Tate and JT and Willy took the front. I stared out the window and it seemed like only a minute before we were pulled up by my car. We all got out and stood on the road.
"I wish you didn't have to go." Willy said, looking at the ground.
"I'm missing you already." Tate said. He handed me a folded paper and said, "Here, I drew you a map so that you can find your way back and visit us. We don't get phone reception up here except sometimes up on the ridge by the fence line. But text seems to get through for some reason. I wrote my number down. Let me know how you're doing."
JT was staring at the ground, too. "Just stay on this road and it will take you straight into Richmond." he said.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hard kiss on the mouth. Then, I did the same with Willy and Tate. I really didn't want to leave.
"Let's let this fella get on the road." JT said. "He's got some driving to do."
I got into my car and started it up and slowly pulled away. Looking in my rear view, I saw all three men standing in the road watching me and I stuck my arm out the window and waved until a rounded a curve and couldn't see them anymore.
In the last couple of days I had ended a two year relationship and walked out and felt nothing but relief. Now, I was leaving 3 guys I'd known for approximately twelve hours and it felt like my heart was being ripped out. I'm not going to lie, I cried a little bit on the way into Richmond.
I pulled into the first open station on the edge of town and filled my gas tank. When I got back in the car I noticed the paper that Tate had given me and I unfolded it.
It was a hand drawn map showing the interstate with the exit I'd taken the night before marked and then another exit marked to the south that connected to the road where they lived. There was a big red X marking the location of their house and Tate had written "Where Tate, Willy and Daddy are waiting for you".
I sat and stared at the note for I don't know how long, then got out of the car and went back into the gas station.
"Can you direct me to a cheap motel?" I asked the clerk.
"How cheap are we talking?"
"As cheap as possible as long as it doesn't have bugs." I replied.
"There's the Galaxy up the road. It's a dump but its clean." he wrote down the directions and I got back into my car.
I found the Galaxy and rented a room. It was indeed a dump. The room smelled like cigarettes, old beer and cum. I wasn't planning on staying any longer than needed. The room clerk directed me to the nearest Kinko's and I ran off a hundred copies of my resume'. I went back to the motel and got the local paper and circled a few want ads.
Thankfully, they had free WiFi so I fired up my laptop and checked every one of the job sites I could think of for local openings.
I took a shower, changed my clothes and spent the rest of the day applying for jobs and dropping off resumes'. In the afternoon I sent Tate a text and said I missed him. A little later I got a message back that read, "Me and Willy want to take you on a nature walk in the woods. I bet you know what kind of natural wonders we want to share with you." He included a photo of mushrooms that looked exactly like erect penises. I texted back, "There's only three varieties of those I'm interested in eating."
That night I slept in my sleeping bag on top of the bare mattress. I was just on my way out the door when I got a call from the local college where I had dropped off a resume' the day before. The caller asked if I'd be available for an interview the next day at 11AM and I said I would.
I spent the rest of the day putting in more applications and resumes'. Later that evening I got another text message from Tate which read, "Me and Willy know where there's a swimming hole back in the woods where we skinny dip. I bet we could have fun if you were with us."
I texted back and told him, "I'm going to hold you to that when I come visit."
I spent another night in the sleeping bag and dropped off more resumes on my way to my interview. As it turned out, I had exactly the office and computer skills that they needed and I was hired to begin the following Monday at half again the salary I'd made in Detroit.
As I was walking to my car, pleased as could be, I got another text.
"Daddy says he's missing you" Tate wrote.
"You tell your daddy to be on the lookout for a lost city fellow right around supper time" I wrote back.
I finished up my business and checked out of the motel and then drove around the town checking it out. At around 5PM I got on the road that led back to my friends.
I pulled up out front and started up the hill. The dogs all seemed to know me and were happy to see me so I stopped and petted them. When I looked up, JT was standing on the porch.
I walked up and stood at the bottom of the steps and he said, "You didn't fall in the ditch this time."
"No, I knew what to look out for."
I walked up onto the porch and JT said, "You weren't gone too long. Didn't like Nashville?"
I never made it." I replied. "I've got some news to tell you."
"Well, come on in. I made that possum stew you like so much and biscuits for you."
"Save-a-Lot possum?" I asked.
"That would be the one." he said.
I stepped closer and grasped his semi-hard cock through his pants.
"Only if I get some of this possum and gravy for dessert." I said.
"I've been saving that gravy up in case some lost city fellow happened along." he said with that same half smile. "There ought to be enough there for a couple of helpings."
I noticed movement in the doorway and glanced over. Willy and Tate were standing inside.
"Have I been gone so long that you don't recognize me?" I asked. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
They both stepped out and wrapped their arms around me and rested their faces against the sides of my head.
"I didn't think you'd ever come back." Tate said.
"I thought you'd forget us." Willy said.
"The three handsomest men in the state of Kentucky?" I replied. "I thought I'd better come back and see if you all replaced me yet."
JT rested his hand on my shoulder and said, "Alright, then, let's let the man have some dinner."
The table was already set and we all sat down while JT served us. I couldn't stop smiling.
"So what's your big news?" JT asked after he sat down.
"Well, I got a job. In Richmond. I applied at the college and they have business offices in town. I'll work three days a week in town and the other two days down at the college in Berea."
"Richmond is only 12 miles from here." Tate said. "And Berea is only another 15."
"I know. I spent longer on the freeway in Detroit every day than it will take me to get to work and no traffic. Of course, I need to find a place to live."
"What kind of place did you have in mind?" JT asked.
"Well, it wouldn't be in town. Someplace out in the woods would be good."
"Go on." he replied.
"I'd need to have some room mates. Male, of course. I was thinking along the lines of a younger guy, probably blond. And a big hairy guy around my age who is a stud. It would help if they had really nice dicks and knew how to use them. Oh, and most important, there'd have to be an older guy who was hotter than fuck and hung like a mule. I don't think that's a lot to ask. I'd be paying my room and board and maybe taking advantage of some extra services that they could provide."
"I think maybe I know just such a place." JT said. "You'd probably need to check out the accommodations first though, right."
"Well, follow me and see what you think."
We all got up from the table and followed JT upstairs. I was troubled to notice that Willy was limping and obviously uncomfortable.
When we got to the top of the stairs I discovered that the room was totally different. The beds had been disassembled and the mattresses were laid next to each other on the floor.
"We couldn't agree on who got to have you share their bed tonight so we compromised." Willy said. "We're all going to pile in together. You're in for a busy night."
It suddenly struck me that there were 4 mattresses on the floor instead of 3.
"Where did the extra mattress come from?" I asked.
"Well, that story that we didn't have an extra bed, that might have been a little white lie." Tate replied.
I grabbed both sons by the ass, my hand deep in their cracks.
"I may have to punish you boys for lying to me." I said.
"Now that sounds interesting." Willy said.
We trooped back downstairs and sat back down.
"We're going to have to come up with some chore assignments for you." JT said. "Just because you're a boarder don't mean you can't pull your weight."
"Wait a minute." I said. "There are 3 of you and I only have two holes. I'm probably going to be run ragged just taking care of my dick duty."
"That's true." JT replied. "If it gets to be too much, let me know and we'll cut you some slack. On the chores, not on your dick duty."
"I can live with that. Besides, I was raised on a farm; I can probably out work the bunch of you." I turned to Willy and said, "I noticed that you're limping and uncomfortable. What's going on?"
"His stump is sore and bothering him and he won't go have the VA look at it." JT said.
"I'll work on it after dinner." I said. "My first job was home health aide and most of my clients came from the VA. I did it for five years. There's nothing I don't know about stump care."
"You want to take care of my leg?" Willy asked, incredulous.
"You're damned right; I want you in top shape." I said. "Besides, my services don't come cheap. You have to let me work on that third leg when I finish with the other one."
"It's a deal." Willy said.
We finished off the stew and biscuits and JT said, "You can take Willy into my room and do what you need to do. Tate, you come help me unload our new boarder's car before he takes it into his head to run off again. Then I think we all need to turn in early. We need to show our boarder how much we like having him live here."
The next morning, we were all sitting nude around the breakfast table. My hole and throat ached from use and I was happier than a pig in shit. I had told them the story of why I had left Detroit, about Scott and his cheating and using me. Tate was reading the many text messages that Scott had sent me over the past few days swearing his love, that he'd change his ways and that Billy meant nothing to him.
"We're going to get rid of this fucker once and for all." he said.
He herded us all, bare naked, out to the front yard. He had me kneel in front of the porch steps, and then positioned his father behind me so that his huge cock hung down on the right side of my face. He placed Willy on my left, his big dick in profile beside my cheek. Then he set the timer and placed the camera on the porch step to take a photo. He took his place beside his father, his gorgeous dick in profile on my other side.
"Show us how much you love daddy's dick." he said.
I turned my head and kissed the meaty shaft just as the photo snapped. The photo turned out beautifully, me from the chest up surrounded by delicious cock.
Tate showed us the picture, and then typed a message.
"Stop bothering me." it read. "I've upgraded and you've been replaced."
He went up to the ridge and sent the message. A message promptly came back that began "You cheap sleazy whore..." We all got a big laugh out of that.