by Max Vos
He then reached around me, holding me close to his body, and entered me easily, taking his time. He was able to slide all the way in with no resistance until he bottomed out and stopped. He started to lick and nibble at my neck while Matt continued to kiss my lips, biting down gently on my lower lip like he was sampling a delicacy.
Carl moved up my neck, getting to my ear where he sucked and nibbled on the earlobe. Releasing my ear, he whispered, “We love you, Carter.”
Just as Matt had done earlier, he slowly started to move in and out of me, making love to me. I was in sensory overload with Carl’s big dick sliding in and then slowly out as he continued to suck and bite my neck. All the while Matt was kissing me deeper and deeper, matching the intensity of Carl’s lovemaking of my well-fucked ass. I had never felt so sexually charged. Matt reached down, grasped my leg beneath my knee and lifted it so Carl could get further inside me.
Before long, Carl was long-dicking me, plowing my ass good, and making me moan like a total slut, which I guess I was. At least I was for these two handsome men. It wasn’t long before he bellowed, which I was starting to get used to. He plunged deep into me, unloading his man juice deep inside me. For the first time, I felt another man’s cum inside me. I randomly thought, it’s hot. He thrust into me a few more times before he relaxed his body behind mine.
Matt was stroking my face, giving me little kisses on my eyes, nose, cheeks, and chin. His smile matched his dad’s and again I saw the love there that I had seen coming from the face that looked so much like his. “We love you, Carter,” he said, matching word for word what Carl had said only minutes before.
Carl leaned over me and kissed Matt. “Morning, son.”
Matt responded, “Morning, dad,” and kissed him back.
Carl moved over me, pushing me onto my back. He crawled down my body, tossing the rest of the bed covers completely off us. He grabbed each of my ankles, one in each of his large hands, and lifted my legs up until I was practically standing on my head. Spreading my legs wide, he proceeded to rim my well used hole. I was still stretched enough to where he could easily push his tongue in, lapping up the seed that he had deposited there. When he wasn’t satisfied with just licking, he plastered his mouth against my hole and started to suck as much out as he could, driving me crazy. His scruffy chin pushed all my buttons. My opening was so sensitive from the abuse it had endured that each movement, each sensation was magnified. Looking up, I saw the glint in Carl’s eyes and my poor dick throbbed, gushing pre-cum.
Matt of course noticed, and dove down and took the head of my almost sore cock in his mouth, sucking the clear sticky fluid. Then he went down on me to the root, making me cry out. He started blowing me while playing with my very tight balls. It didn’t take long before I was unleashing a torrent of cum into his mouth. My whole body went rigid, my toes pointing to the ceiling, my head thrown back, and both hands full of the sheet that was on the bed.
Looking up after my poor body unclenched, I saw both Matt and Carl looking down on me. Then they looked at each other and started kissing, tongues fighting each other as I saw cum being swapped back and forth between them. I couldn’t be sure if Carl was giving a mouthful of what he had slurped out of my ass or if Matt was giving him a sample of what he had just sucked out of my balls. Either way, it was hot as hell, and to my amazement, I boned up again.
Matt had a little dribble of cum that had run down his chin. Reaching up, I pulled his face down and licked it up, feeling the stubble there. There was something very sexy to me in doing that.
Carl looked down and saw my already hard again dick. “Damn, you little horn dog, do you ever get enough?” He chuckled.
“And you thought I had an out of control libido?” Matt commented.
“Down boy, you’ll have to wait!” Carl smacked my dick none too lightly.
“Ow!” I jumped.
Letting my legs down at last, Carl got out of bed. “I need some coffee and something to eat. The two of you have zapped me. I need food.”
“Amen to that!” Matt exclaimed, like he needed an excuse to eat.
I followed the two men down the hallway, watching their asses as they walked. It was one of the more distinguishing characteristics of the two of them. Matt’s ass was a little smaller and rode a little higher, while Carl’s ass was nice and meaty, covered with downy brown fur. I’ve never had a great desire for rimming before. I mean, I didn’t mind it, but it wasn’t something that I really wanted to do for the most part. Now I really wanted to dive right into each of their manly asses. Funny how after meeting these two hunks, I was discovering things about myself that I’d never known before, like wanting to lick their sweaty balls and now eating out their adorable butts. Smiling to myself, I wondered what other things I was going to find to enjoy.
Getting to the kitchen, Carl made coffee while Matt and I made a hearty breakfast. Normally I wasn’t a big breakfast person, but I was noticing that I was hungry in the mornings, which was new. I guess that’s something else that was new for me to discover about myself. Of course, it couldn’t have anything to do with the unreal sex I’d had the past two mornings or all the physical labor I’d been doing, I thought to myself.
The next few days went by quickly with me easily falling into their routine. It didn’t seem to take all that long to get most everything cleaned up from the storm. Carl had been right; the hardest thing was building a new chicken coop and getting the chickens transferred. We were able to find two more of the chickens after the storm, but one never was found. Matt figured a critter of some sort had themselves a hearty chicken dinner.
The highlight for me was, after work each day, they both gave into my newfound fetish of bathing their sweaty, smelly crotches with my mouth before they showered. Every time I thought about it during the day, it would give me a huge hard on. Afterwards, it would leave each of us with very hard erections, but we never gave in to the temptation to come, saving it for later on.
One afternoon, it had been especially hot and we were all a sweaty mess. Carl leaned over the truck as he kicked off his jeans. They were still damp from perspiration, clinging to his body. With his sweaty, meaty ass prominently displayed, I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees, spread his cheeks, and went to town, catching him completely off guard, I’m sure, but he didn’t resist. In fact, he leaned over the truck further and spread his legs. Matt was standing there watching me eat his dad’s ass out with gusto. I sucked, licked, and pushed my face so far into his butt that I’m surprised that I didn’t just crawl inside him.
The taste and smell of him was everything that I thought it would be and more. Whenever I would pull back, I would see the wet hair of his ass and it would only add to what I can only describe as a feeding frenzy. I don’t know where this was coming from. It was the first time I’d rimmed either of them, but what I did know was that this was one of the most exciting things I could remember ever doing. It was so exciting in fact that I started shooting my load between Carl’s legs without touching myself. I literally started screaming into his ass while I was coming, burying my face between his butt cheeks as far as I could get. My tongue was so far up inside him that it started to be painful.
I fell with my face turned sideways resting against Carl’s now very wet ass. My arms were wrapped around his thighs, my body trembling from the orgasm that I’d just had.
“Fuck, that was hot!” Matt said, standing there with a big hard on and lust written all over his face.
“Carter? Can you let me go now?” Carl said huskily.
Feeling stable enough, I let Carl go and he turned around. That was a mistake on his part as that put his crotch right in my face. The smell I had become addicted to, the smell I now associated with Carl, hit me in the face like a brick. Without thinking or hesitation, I went right for his sweaty fur-covered balls, giving them the tongue bath that was now part of the routine. Carl was already hard from the rimming I had just given him and his cock was oozing pre-cum. So much so that
it started to drip, leaving a string from the tip of his dick down to my shoulder. It looked like a string from a spider web. Not letting it go to waste, I pulled his dick down to slurp up the cock honey, flicking the tip of my tongue in his piss slit.
Naturally, this led to me going down on him. I went about half way down and pulled back. It was so good that I had to do it again, this time opening up my throat, swallowing him to the very root. He must have been as turned on as I had been because he lost it and started blasting his hot cream down my throat. Wanting to savor and taste him, I pulled back, letting the rest of his load land on my tongue, holding it in my mouth. The echo of Carl’s signature bellow resounding in my ears completed the scene.
“Fuck.” Matt’s voice came from beside my head.
Turning, I saw Matt’s purple looking cock in front of me. Leaning forward to take it in my mouth, I smelled him, so much like his father’s smell, but ever so slightly different. Pulling Matt’s dick down, I drooled out some of his dad’s cum onto his dick. Both Matt and Carl moaned at the sight. Before any could run off, I slurped Matt’s dick into my mouth. Reaching for his balls, I started to deep throat him. Using my throat to massage the head of his uncut and sensitive cockhead, it wasn’t long before he was giving me his hot cum. The taste of him was something that I had come to love, never getting enough.
With the taste of Matt’s sperm still on my tongue, I started to bath his balls and the rest of his crotch like I had done in the previous days. My legs started to cramp so I used Matt’s body to climb up. Once I was standing, I looked first at Matt and then Carl. The look on their faces was curiosity and disbelief.
“Where the hell did all that come from?” Carl asked.
“I’m sorry, Carl. I should have asked first. It was just something that I’d been wanting to do.” I was a bit chagrined.
“You should have asked a lot sooner.” Carl came over and hugged me, then kissed me. “That was great. You have my permission to do that any ol’ time you want!” Leaning down again, he licked the corner of my mouth, and then grinned real big.
“That was so hot I thought I was going to shoot just watching you,” Matt commented.
Carl looked down and noticed that my dick was hard again. “Jeez, does your dick ever go down?”
“Not with the two of you around me, it doesn’t.” I laughed. “I gotta admit, I’ve never been so sexually charged up as when I’m with you guys. To be honest, before I met you two, I could have cared less about sex.”
Carl and Matt shook their heads as we all went to get showered off. While in the shower, we discussed what to have for dinner. It was a great end of the workday.
Chapter 9
CARL AND I were cleaning up the kitchen while Matt had gone out into the garden to harvest the remaining strawberries. Matt and I had taken over the role as cooks, since Carl couldn’t cook a thing without burning it unless it happened to be on a grill. Matt had told me that he had given up trying to teach him how. Matt learned some from his mother but most of his culinary skills he learned from his grandmother.
“Carl, think it would be all right if I continued the interview with you tonight? As much as I like working with you guys here on the farm, I am still expected to get this article done,” I broached to him. I was almost feeling guilty for doing it now.
“Yeah. Sure thing, Carter. I understand you’re here to do a job and so does Matt. Having gotten to know you, I feel a lot more comfortable doin’ this. You know… before, I thought that they were gonna send someone out here to turn us into total freaks or somethin’. I don’ think… no, I know that you wouldn’t do that to us.” Carl had stopped drying the pan he was holding to look right at me. There was complete trust in his eyes and on his face. A trust I knew that I would never betray.
“Carl, you’re right. I would never do that to you and Matt, but I want you to know that I wouldn’t have done that anyway. The problem for me now is to try and be objective about you guys.” I walked over to him, put my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me for a quick kiss. “My objectivity, you might say, has been slightly compromised.” I grinned up into his face.
Carl chuckled and blushed slightly. “Yeah, I guess you can say that.” He returned my smile.
“I was thinking that perhaps you and I could pick up where we’d left off?” I queried.
“You mean just me again?” he asked, going back to drying the pan.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind that is?” I took the pan he had just finished drying to put away.
“Sure. You said that you were gonna interview us together though,” he said as he finished drying a pot.
“That’s the plan,” I answered him. “I just want to get a clear picture in my head from both of your points of view, individually first. Ya know, kinda get a history up to this point in your relationship.”
“That’s okay with me.” Carl handed me the pot he’d finished drying.
About that time, Matt came in the back door carrying a huge basket of strawberries. “There’s a boat load of salad greens and asparagus I’m going to get in. I’ll need to take it all up to Clancy’s Market tomorrow morning,” Matt commented before he went back out the door, not bothering to wait for a comment from either me or Carl.
“Guess that gives us a perfect excuse to do this.” Carl grinned at me. “Matt will be busy cleaning everything and getting it ready to go to market tomorrow.”
“Great. I’ll meet you out on the front porch. Let me get my stuff,” I said over my shoulder as I went to get my satchel.
When I returned, I saw Carl had gotten us each a couple of beers that were sitting on ice in a now familiar metal bucket. I sat down next to him, and he handed me one and smiled. I took the beer, we clinked the bottles together and each took a drink.
Pulling out my notes and digital recorder, I got set up.
Carter Roberts: “Carl, we left off when you and Matt had gone to IHOP for breakfast. Let’s pick things up from there.”
Carl Foltz: [Long pause before he started to speak.] “I think that both Matt and I had put what had happened the night before and that mornin’ in the back of our minds, for the most part, during breakfast. Things felt normal… you know, like nuttin’ had happened. It wasn’t until I was drivin’ Matt back to his Jeep that things got quiet. When we got back to the bar, we both sat there for a minute, neither of us knowin’ what to say, I guess. Finally, Matt said that he’d be home the next weekend and that we could talk then. What stands out most in my mind was him asking me to think about ‘Us’. I knew how he meant it. The way he said it and the way he looked at me left no doubt that he wanted me to think about ‘Us’ as a couple. I’ll never forget the knot that settled in my stomach.”
“That was the toughest and longest week of my life. I did a lot of thinkin’ during that time. A lot of soul searching. I won’t deny that I also did a lot of cryin’ that week as well. The conflict of what we had done, what I had done, was almost more than I could stand. At one point, the guilt I felt was suffocating me. I couldn’t breathe. Those were some of the longest days of my life, I have to admit. I hardly ate, and I drank more than I ever had, I think. That wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do, but it at least dulled the pain I was feelin’, and trust me, I was in a lot of pain.”
“The hardest part during all that was how I remembered kissin’ Matt, or him kissin’ me. I remembered how much passion was in those kisses, the look in his eyes of him wanting me. My gut would seize up when I thought about it. First, coming from guilt and two, wanting to be able to erase the pain and want from his eyes by givin’ in to him. Yes, there was the underlyin’ want of him. I wanted my son sexually… again. That in itself was a revelation to me, one that made me sick to my stomach every time I thought about it.”
“On one hand, if I pushed him away, denied him— I know as sure as I am sitting here, talkin’ to you— it would break his heart. I don’t know of any parent that would knowin’ly do that. But on the other hand, if I gave into him
, what would that do to our relationship, and how in the hell was I expected to deal with that?”
“When Friday rolled around and Matt got home, I was no closer to figurin’ out anything than I had been when I left him in the bar parking lot. When Matt came in the door, I froze. I literally froze, not knowin’ what to do, to say, or how to act. I remember saying to myself that if I moved a muscle I would throw up, I was so nervous. My biggest fear was that I was going to lose my son no matter what happened, and that scared me more than anythin’ I could imagine. Matt was my life. He was all I had. I loved that boy more than life itself.”
[Carl was weeping, tears rolling down his face. He never wiped them away. He paused for about five minutes.]
“Matt walked right up to me and said, ‘Hey, Carl’. That was when he stopped calling me Dad, for the most part. Then he hugged me and kissed me, and not like a son would kiss his father. I was shocked, still frozen, unable to move. He looked at me and kissed me again. Matt did that several times until I responded. I couldn’t stop myself. I gave in to his kisses by kissin’ him back. I couldn’t stop. I had no control of anything right then, Matt did. I was weak.”
“He took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. There, he undressed me, kissin’ me where my clothes had been. He was so gentle and lovin’. I didn’t pull away. There have been many times since then that I wondered what would have happened… what would have been, had I found a way to stop him. You see… I couldn’t stop ’im. I was numb.”
“I know now without a doubt, that had I stopped Matt, pushed him away, denied him, I would have lost Matt in every way. I would have lost Matt as my son and now my lover, my partner. ”
[Carl stopped again for a few minutes.]
“Now, I know that Matt and me will be together for as long as I’m walkin’ this earth. He is a part of me in more than just the way a son is part of his father. He is a part of my very soul. Quite honestly, I don’t know if I could even breathe if he wasn’t here.”