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Subject: New Fishing Hole - Chapter 3 Recommended Category: gay/adult-youth This is fiction. All characters are adult men acting of their own free will. If reading about man sex is illegal in your country or at your age, please go elsewhere. Been reading this site for 25 years. This series is my first attempt at writing the weird crap that goes through my head when I masturbate my hairy, thick, white, adult penis. Gonna keep it mild in this series. Constructive feedback is welcomed. Please contribute to Nifty if you can. fty/ Unkle Porkchop retains all ownership, copyright and other interests and rights to and title to my submitted works. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual and non-cancellable license to use, modify, alter, edit, copy, reproduce, display, make compilations of and distribute the work throughout the Nifty website. if you see this story elsewhere, a heads-up would be appreciated. You are very welcome to email me at ail with constructive criticism or dirty thoughts. *** "Yeah, kid. We're definitely buddies," I told him. Pulled him up and hugged him. Jack got behind and hugged both of us, making a boy sandwich. He started to cry. We gotta do something to toughen this kid up. -End Part II- Holding him from behind, Jack spoke softly in the boy's ear. "Why you crying , lil dude?" "I...I don't know. I'm sorry." "It's alright. I know there's probably a bunch of shit going through your head. I know there was the first time I messed around with a guy," Jack sympathized. Jep just kinda nodded. I sat back on my heels and looked at him and Jack. Pushing aside the jealousy I felt seeing Jack cuddling the boy, I said "So you wanna hang out sometime again, buddy?" "Yeah. I guess so," the kid said. "You guess so?" "Yeah. For sure. I do." "Well lemme give you my number and I'll give you mine and we can make plans, " I wanted to be very sure the kid had my number and not Jack's. I could feel the anger growing in me at the idea of this dumb-ass hillbilly boy somehow stealing Jack from me. Me and Jack are just friends, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with the kid cutting me out of things, y'know? Jack is very important to me. In some ways, I guess I'm kinda insecure like the kid. "We ain't got no phone. We got a neighbor a couple miles down the road with a phone, but I can't. Isn't there some way we can do this besides?" Yeah, I thought, we can tie burdur escort you up, throw you in the bed of the truck, and make you our little country boy fucktoy. "Whatcha doing next Saturday?" asked Jack. "Nuthin." "Well, me and Jim never found this marker we were looking for. I want to find it because I've got a claim to some land out here and that marker will show me where it is. I'm thinking about building a little hunting cabin or something out here. So I've gotta come back. Next Saturday works for me if it works for you, Jep." "Yeah, works for me too," I chimed in, unasked. I lied. My wife had some damn ladies club thing I'm supposed to help with. No way I'm letting Jack and the kid get together without me, though. Jealous? Yeah, absolutely. "Sure. Not like I've got anything else much to do," said Jep. Jack said, "That's cool. Hey, sniff this!" and pushed the kid's face in his stinky pit. Jack smells the way every man is supposed to smell. It's one of the many things about Jack that turns me on. "Ew gross!" "Uh-huh? Then what's with the boner, Jep?" Jep blushed. "Guys, I hate to break up your homo love fest, but it's gonna start getting dark soon. How bout we wash up before it gets too late?" There was general agreement and Jep showed us the easiest place to get in. Jep peeled off that dirty, cum-crusted t-shirt. Jack pulled off his size 13 EEE boots and we all got in the waist high water. There's was lots of horseplay and splashing and groping. I even ran a couple fingers across Jep's pink hole. He jumped a little at that, but didn't object either. It felt tight. Definitely virgin. I resisted putting a finger in him. Sick fuck that I am, I want the first thing to go in that hole is the head of my cock so it hurts bad. The sound of a young guy crying out in pain from my cock in his ass turns me on like nothing else. It's something me and Jack have in common. We got dressed. Made promises about meeting up next Saturday. Took turns hugging Jep. He was hugging back like he was dangling off a cliff and only his grip on my body was keeping him from falling. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back and kissed him on the forehead. "Looking forward to seeing you next weekend, Jep." "Me too, Jim," he replied, looking in my eyes with fear and lust. Jack and I wandered back to his truck without much trouble. When we got there I grabbed Jack by the waist of his shorts and pulled him against bursa escort me. "I need fucked." "C'mon, Jim. It really is getting late." "I don't care. I need a quick, hard fuck right now!" I pulled down the tailgate, unbuckled, and bent over, offering him my ass. "Let me get some vaseline." "No, just fuck me now." It was not a request. Jack doesn't look like the kinda guy you can tell what to do, but he was a Marine and I'm older than him, so I usually get away with reasonable orders. Besides, I had already stuffed some crisco up my hole before I left home this morning, so I was good and lubed on the inside. Jack pulled my pants down. He spat on my hole. He spat on his cock. And he pushed that fat knob against my hole. It hurt like hell, but as far as I'm concerned if a dude takes it up the ass it's supposed to hurt. It's not a cunt, y'know. I groaned while Jack slid eight and a half inches of Jarhead cock in my hole. He tries to take it slow and easy, but it's never long before he's jackrabbiting my ass. God, I love the feel of Jack inside me. He wasn't my first, but he's the best. Feeling that amazing example of a real man balls deep in my shitter is like nothing else. It's hot and raw. He uses me hard. Grunting while I groan. I know he's getting close when it sounds like he's trying to say something but just noises come out louder and louder. I'm not gay but my asshole is definitely gay for Jack.It is intense and insane the way he grabs me by the hips and thrusts that big, hairy cock up my ass. And then he stops making noise. Though he's still thrusting away, he's not breathing. And then he stop moving. I can feel his cock twitching inside as he blows his heavy load inside my body. He makes a weird kinda un-Jacklike whining noise and I know he's done. He's filled my asshole full of jizz. My faghole is full of his cum. He used to try to give me a handy after my fill-up, but I don't want none of that. Alls I want is for him to lean forward so his sweaty, hairy chest is against my back while he catches his breath. Jack is inside me. His seed is inside me. His furry arms are around me and I'm surrounded and filled by Jack. I'm not hard and I don't want to cum. It's all for him. And because we've been doing this again and again over the last 10 or so years, he reaches in his back pocket and shoves a bandana up my hole while he slides out. So every last bit of his jizz stays inside. Just çanakkale escort like I want. *** Jim really gets into a good, rough fuck. The thing with the bandana is gay, but so is Jim. He denies it, but I know he homo loves me. Such a fucking turn on the way he practically worships me. He looks like a man and acts like a man, but he's completely gay for me. I kinda feel bad sometimes cause I don't feel the same for him. But goddamn he has a hot ass. It grips me, stroke for stroke, while I lose my fucking mind plowing him. I love it and I know it makes him happier than anything. He's a good friend. Not just cause he takes it up the ass, but for normal reasons, too. He keeps talking about getting matching tattoos. I dunno. I might do it anyhow to make my best friend happy. I don't have homo love for him, but I do love him like a brother. *** I don't know where my underwear went. I wanted to get dressed and out of there ASAP before one of those dude decide to use my ass like I'm a queer. Maybe that Jim stole them so he can sniff 'em and jerk off. It all felt good though. We didn't talk much or anything. I don't know nothing about them and they don't know nothing about me. But I'm such a loser I'd be friends with anyone who showed any interest, I guess. Even if I have to do gay stuff. I'm pathetic. And maybe I did kinda like that gay stuff in some sick way. Jack is, well, a stud. Probably the kinda guy who could walk in anywhere and get girls and even guys to slobber on his boner. God his cock is big. I don't know if I can take it if that's what he wants. I could probably take Jim. He's more normal and not so manly. I bet he'd go easy on me. He was rubbing my butthole and it did kinda feel good to get touched like that. Jim is a little older. A little chunky and soft like some city guys get. So when he wraps his arms around me and holds me...well...it's different. Goddamn, I gotta stop thinking this homo shit about getting buttfucked, and hugging and whatever. But my cock is so hard. I was still far enough from home that in the dark I could toss off with no one the wiser. I dropped my drawers and started stroking. All I could think about was Jim's blowjob. The way Jack smells. The taste of Jack's cum on Jim's cheek and the taste of Jim's cum when he squirted off in my mouth. I swallowed his cum. I swallowed a man's cum. I swallowed Jim's cum. My buddies, Jack and Jim. Jack and Jim. Jim. My buddies. They want me. As I was blowing my fourth load of the day, including my regular morning jack off session, all I could think about was them and it made me smile so hard. They want me. I'm confused. But I know exactly where I'm gonna be next Saturday. -End Part III-