Subject: Joey the Slut Joey The Slut by Jon Hold Copyright �2004, ink It was bedtime and Joey was trembling in anticipation. His parents had sent him to “spend the summer on the farm” with his Dad’s older brother and his son. Mark was a year older than Joey and, in Joey’s eyes, totally awesome. Mark had let Joey watch him masturbate last summer. He even let Joey touch his “Johnson”, and play with it. When Joey got good at that, Mark had patiently taught him how to use his mouth. Their last night together, Mark had given Joey the ultimate going away present: a nice, stiff Johnson right up the old poop chute. Joey had spent the whole school year in anticipation of being in bed with Cousin Mark again. Joey’s active imagination had led him to reenacting Cousin Mark’s final lesson with toilet plunger handles, broom handles, hairbrush handles, carrots, cucumbers, squash, water from the tub faucet, his bicycle seat, his fingers, being young and limber he could even cross his ankles squat down to get his big toe in there, leaving his hands free for other stimulating… behavior. Anything even vaguely cock shaped found it’s way up Joey’s ass that fall and winter, everything except the one thing he really wanted. Mark’s beautiful Johnson. Joey had never heard it called a “Johnson” before. But Mark calling it that made the name very special. Cock, prick, tally-whacker, pizzle, dick; all the other words he knew for it just sort of grayed out into the background. “Johnson” was now Joey’s favorite word. Just using it, even just to himself, brought up instant visions of the most beautiful boy-tool that could be imagined. Straight and long. Thick and strong. Hanging or stiff, it was the center of Joey’s attention. Mark would flip it out of his coveralls to take a piss and Joey would be right there, watching. Hungering for what Mark had. Watching Mark take the thick thing in hand and pull back so that his generous foreskin retracted, leaving the long slit in the end of the plump knob exposed. The tiny little lips would finally part and a smelly stream of boy urine would color the air with electric splashes of incendiary attractant. Joey would inhale in deep satisfaction, watching Mark’s powerful stream flow and splash onto the ground. When Mark would finally flip off the final few drops, Joey unconsciously licked his lips, wishing he could clean up his hero. Mark was a big, strong boy from all the farm work he did. He was also kind and fun to be around. He knew all sorts of jokes and liked to tease his younger cousin. Sometimes he’d swat Joey’s butt and Joey just loved the feeling of Mark’s big hand on his ass. He’d even stick his butt out and shake it, teasing his burly cousin to give him a good swat. He never ducked. After dinner the boys would lay on the living room rug and watch television. During commercials they’d whisper secrets or wrestle each other for who had to go get snacks. Joey loved being able to feel his cousins body, almost as much as he loved feeling the weight and heat of his cousin on top of him. He didn’t even mind that he almost always lost. Losing to Mark was fun. Joey excused himself right after dinner, saying he was tired and dirty from the trip. Mark said, “Good-night” and his uncle hugged him and said how glad he was to have an extra hand again this summer and how he hoped Joey would be happy. Joey ran upstairs to the bathroom and got cleaned up. He kept thinking that Mark would join him in the shower. They’d always had fun showering together last summer. No matter how he drug it out, Mark just didn’t show up, so Joey finally got out of the water before he shriveled up entirely. Laying in bed he could hear the TV and snatches of conversation between Mark and his Dad. Tears leaked from Joey’s eyes. Apparently he wanted Mark much more than Mark wanted him. In fact, it seemed as though Mark had totally forgotten anything that might have happened. Or, maybe he didn’t want to remember. Maybe he’d changed his mind and didn’t want to like another boy. Confused, tired, sad, deeply disappointed and quietly crying, Joey slipped off into a restless slumber. Joey awoke suddenly to the smooth warmth of a hard male body mounting him. He felt the weight of lust-charged male fitting itself to the curvature of his back. A very special weight pushed against the groove in his ass and pointed down gaziantep travesti between his legs. A hot, slobbery tongue worked against the hole in his ear. “God! I didn’t think Dad was ever going to go to bed. Do you think about our last night together as much as I do?” Strong male hips worried themselves against plush globes of tender young flesh. A deep moan was Joey’s only response. A deep moan that cried for deeper contact as legs spread and exquisite hemispheres lifted and parted, allowing old friends to smell and taste of one another. The trembling of the teenaged boy on his back drove all thought out of the younger boys mind, his earlier disappointment totally forgotten, and the person who was Joey disappeared into the land called “bliss” as his athletic young body was filled by pure animal lust�and his cousin Mark. Through the fog of lust came touch. Heat. A gentle, timorous questing brush of pebbled snout against wrinkled blossom. Again. A tentative tap… “is that you?” “Yes!” sweet lips pouted. “It IS I! Come to me! NOW!” “Oh, but you are so sweet. And… And… I fear. I’m afraid. I’ll loose control. I’ll hurt you.” “Touch me. I’m reaching for you. Feel my soft lips kiss your nose. I want you. I NEED you. Open me! I have waited sooooo… long. I trust you, ToTaLy Mark smelled Joey’s sleepy warmth as he crawled into bed. Totally erect, nerves tingling, he’d been dreaming about having his younger cousin back in his bed all winter long. The past week had been very nearly unbearable. He was barely rational as the willing body, belly down, legs spread, butthole smooth and glistening with lube, conformed to his shape under him. The eager acceptance of his little cousin fanned his lust, his body burning as if his nerves were on fire. He touched the soft, downy fuzz on Joey’s smoothly curved butt. His weeping, tear-filled nose poked around with its one blind eye until it was grabbed. Grabbed and heinously held prisoner by a contracting ring of snapping muscle. A prisoner, but a very happy, and ever so willing prisoner! Mark lasted long enough for the nose of his quivering Johnson to part the lips of his younger cousins perky little slit. Joey pushed back, capturing Mark. The stretching feeling of Mark’s flared corona entering him was more than Joey could take. Convulsing uncontrollably, he soaked the sheets beneath him with a deep, gut wrenching orgasm. The feel of Joey’s little hole grabbing his cockhead and then his younger cousins spastic contractions, on top of his own vivid dreams and fantasies caused an immediate orgasm. Joey got lubed in the very best possible way as his older cousin erupted, equally uncontrollably, soaking his thirsty guts in thick, clotted boy slime. Joey dozed off with a satisfied smile on his face. He woke feeling the weight of his older cousin still on his back, the warmth of his breath caressing his face, the pervasive smell of randy teenager, the bulk of a soft cockhead in his anus. Gently squeezing and pulling with his eager sphincter awoke the dragon dozing inside Mark’s fat appendage. Smiling, Mark moaned with deep and abiding pleasure in his sleep, his dreams so vivid as to seem real; grinding his pubes into the soft/hard cushions surrounding his quickly erecting teenboy often-yanked-belly-tanker. He awoke already fucking his little cousin, who was moaning his pleasure even louder than his newly awakened counterpart. It didn’t take the boys long to reach mutually-assured-spelunking-function status which quickly lead to them coating each other, inside and out, with the steaming and smelly results of a shaft being too quickly sunk so deeply into a too hotly steaming hole. Still grunting his satisfaction and butt-clenching pleasure, Mark rolled Joey around his cock until he had the boy laying on his back with his strong legs over his farm-boy cousins broad and powerful shoulders. Grinning down at the happy boy, still trembling with his long-drawn-out orgasm, Mark started using wide-spaced, long, deep plunges to bring his cousin back to him and to truly awaken himself to full awareness that this was no wet-dream. The long winter was over! As the boys eyes cleared and he started realizing that the older boy wasn’t even going to take a break, Mark plunge fucked deeper and harder and faster. Joey was soon beating gaziantep masaj salonları his fuckers back with his heels, urging him to greater and more profound gyrations. The boys were really tearing the bed up when one of Marcs great toenails found traction on the bottom sheet and ripped a great rent in it. Greatly aroused by the sounds of their wild copulation, both boys kept urging each other to greater and ever greater excesses. Clashing frantically, the boys locked eyes and grabbed eachother as if afraid the other was about to get up and walk away. Pouring sweat, drooling, steaming up the entire room with the deep, sharp odor of randy boys wildly out of control, the sounds from both boys started ramping up the scale getting more and more high pitched until both of the excessively willing boys collapsed, screaming almost silently into each others ears as Mark hunched his deepest need into his welcoming cousin who was totally pleased to be receiving the deliciously heated pleasure juice. Totally absorbed in being bred by his deeply beloved stallion, Joey hardly noticed the orgasm ripping through him, feeling it only as part of the offering from his older, wiser, bigger cousin. Mark felt Joeys arms and legs encircling him, holding him and loving him. Managing to raise his head on his now wobbly neck, Mark sought and found Joey’s lips and they crushed together, sharing the first ever, virgin kiss. Both surprised, then eager, lip crushed to lip only to be tongue caressed and opened so tongues could co-join and share loves deepest bliss. Twice more that evening their bodies rose to challenge their strong, lithe bodies to ever greater efforts. The wee dark hours just before dawn caught them once again boffing each-others brains out, or at least making their best efforts to boff each-others brains out. They were working hard on the deep and frantic strokes when the door opened and Mark’s dad stuck his head into the bedroom. “Hey, you boys want to keep the noise down a little. I’d like to get at least a little bit of sleep tonight!” Both boys froze in terror. The door quietly closed and in the defining silence the only sound was Mark’s Dad walking down the hallway, back to his room. They continued their calisthenics much more quietly, finding the calmer, deeper pleasure to be found in somewhat less rambunctious but even more intense interaction. Mark’s nuts pulled up so tight to his body that he looked like he had a balless cock plunged almost totally out of sight up his drooling cousins hiney. Joey finally rolled to his side and passed out, but not before feeling his wonderful cousin curl up tightly behind him, plugging back in to keep them in touch for the rest of the night. Mark woke with a piss hardon buried right to the hilt in his marvelous cousins hot butt. It didn’t take long for him to unload his morning offering, but when he tried to pull out to go pee Little Joey refused to let him leave until he’d presented the little slut with what he’d been saving for the toilet. When he finally managed to circumvent all his early childhood training and relaxed his piss into his eager cousin, it felt absolutely fantastic. Joey was sharing the feeling, knowing that this needed to become a regular part of waking up every morning. After the flow had finally stopped the laughing boys headed to the shower, the taller boy behind his younger cousin, walking bowlegged, trying to keep his dick and all that piss inside the giggling boy. Once inside the shower Joey couldn’t hold Mark’s dick inside him any more. As soon as his butthole let go of Mark’s half-flaccid pecker the hydraulic pressure blew the cock out of his asshole and everything in his guts, his and Mark’s both, came blasting out putting the younger boy into a rapid fire series of orgasms. Mark held the weak boy in his arms to keep him from falling and, unbelievably, started cumming all over Joeys back once again. Bashfully, dazed, the boys got dressed and headed downstairs to breakfast. Mark’s Dad never said one word about the night before. Instead talking about the chance of rain, the state of the crops and todays chores, just like he always did in the morning. The boys felt a huge load taken off their shoulders and the feeling got better and better as the day progressed and Mark Sr. gaziantep escort bayan treated them the same way he always did. They were clearing the ditches and the big pond of the overgrown cattails and lillys. The trash was stacked to dry and be burned later and the cattails were pulled from the muck, roots and all. There was a special rake that worked really well in the pond, the tractor’s winch doing almost all the work. The cattails were carefully stacked seperately to dry before being run through the mill to become high protein stock feed. The lily bulbs wouldn’t be harvested until fall, after their growth season. They all worked really hard all day, stopping only for cold fried chicken lunch they’d brought with them and to take a pee. Late in the day Mark’s Dad looked around and it was easy to see he was pleased with the days work. Frowning at the two boys he said, “You two are a mess! Did you leave any mud in the pond?” The boys started to protest but were just laughed down for their futile efforts. Mark’s Dad was over by the gravel and sand swimming beach his father had put in and started stripping, teasing “last one in gets a spanking!” Protesting on the unfairness both boys ran for the beach, stripping off their clothes as they ran. Mark tripped and fell. Instead of stopping and helping as he usually would, Joey kept right on running. Laughing. Happy he was finally going to beat his athletic cousin at something. He and Mark’s Dad were swimming before Mark even got to the water. He cannonballed into the water laughing as he half drowned his father and cousin both. That lead to a huge battle scene, vastly enjoyed by all. Joey ended up nakedly squirming in Mark Sr.’s muscled arms. The big man looked right into Joey’s eyes and said, “do you enjoy what my son was doing with you or did he force you? Has he ever forced you?” Joey just laid there in the mans powerful arms, his mouth hanging open. “Uh, Dad?” Mark said. Still staring deep into Joey’s blank eyes the powerful man said, “Yes, Son?” “Uh, maybe you should know, the first time Joey and I ever did that stuff…” “Yeah?” “…Well, we were playing cowboys and indians and Joey had me tied to a tree… “…and I pulled his pants down… “…and played with my dick until it was hard… “…I wanted to see if Mark could cum yet… “…so he played with my balls and sucked my dick… “…and he came in my mouth. But it’s real hard… “…to rape the willing… “…yeah! And Marks dick is ALWAYS willing… “…and so is Joey… “…so we rape each other all the time…” “STOP IT. Will you guys quit doing that. Just one of you talk at a time.” “Daddy’s got a boner, Joey. I think he wants to play with us!” “OH, yeah?” Joey said, squirming around so he could see his uncles pecker. “You think he wants us to rape him, Mark?” “I don’t know cousin. Sorta looks to me like he wants to rape us.” “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah” Joey yelled, struggling to get free. “Save me Mark! Save me from the dick monster, Cousin. Save me!!!” Mark jumped his Dad. His Dad grabbed for his son. Joey grabbed for any available dick and the battle royale was on. Two boys against the adult, Two Marks against Joey, Joey showing Mark senior how pretty his son’s butthole was. Mark Jr. showing his Dad how willingly Joey sucked dick or took a fat cock up his ass. Joey holding Mark Sr. by the balls so his son could get a taste of his fathers awesome dick. Splashing and pushing, squealing and bellowing, Mark Sr. ended up carrying a boned up boy under each arm as he waded out of the pond. He sat on the trunk of a felled tree with both boys across his lap taking a spanking. Somehow that didn’t work and he ended up with Joey sitting on his Uncle’s dick while he was sucking his cousin’s dick and pulling on both their balls. Dinner was late, but no one objected. Joey pulled both larger dicks into Uncle Mark’s bedroom and spent the rest of the night proving he could wear both of them out and still have enough boner left to fuck both of them. All three slept in one bed after that until Joey’s Dad came to take him home, but that my friends, is a whole new story… Joey Sr.’s Slutish Ways Joey’s dad came to help with the harvest and to bring his son home. The two sr’s become lovers again as they were in their teens. Daddy relocates the two Joey’s to the two Mark’s farm and have a special bed made for the four of them. EVERYBODY sucks and EVERYBODY fucks and gets fucked and sucked and has their pee-pees played with. Just disgusting! Totally! [Hopefully] —– To delight in war is a merit in the soldier, a dangerous quality in the captain, and a positive crime in the statesman. — George Santaya