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Homosex & shit sex with the farm boy
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FARMBOY.TXT
If you recall in the earlier parts of this story (Enema Frenzy), I
was fourteen years old when my adult lover, Kevin, a San Francisco
fireman, introduced me to his friend, Michael. He did so because
Michael and I shared interests in enema, piss and scat games that
went far beyond what Kevin enjoyed. Kevin knew that I enjoyed filth
and since he didn't and since he loved me, he found a way for me to
pursue my interests, and Michael was the way. Michael and I had
spent a Saturday afternoon and evening in his specially equipped
basement exploring the joys of filth ridden sex. We slept in the
basement in our filth and awoke to more games of shit, sex and
coprophagia. When we had finished those first early morning
activities, Michael asked me what I wanted to do with the day.
"Let's get cleaned up, Billy," he said as he licked bits of shit off
of my face. "We can play with some of the toys I have over there,"
(indicating the dildoes and enema adapted dildoes along the wall) "or
we can spend a fun day in the country. At my friend's farm." FARM! I
immediately thought of the photos I had seen the previous day. "Is
this the same farm I saw pictures of?" I asked. "The very same.
Wanna come?"
Did I ever! My cock hardened at the thought of playing some new games
I'd never played before. Michael and I hosed each other off and then
dried ourselves perfunctorily. Then we cleaned the basement of the
crap, piss and enema water we'd left there, stripped the bed of it's
befowled sheets and put them in the washing machine in the garage
next to the basement. One last hosing off of ourselves and then the
floor so that when we went upstairs, the basement was clean. It was
only about six-thirty in the morning when we got upstairs, so I
figured there would be a lot of time to play that day. Michael
prepared a good hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, hashed browns and
toast. While we ate I looked again at the photos which had been taken
at the farm where we were going. Looking at the pictures caused my
cock to stir, not to full stand, but enough so that Michael noticed
and asked if I would be interested in having my pictures taken.
"Yeah," I answered, "I'd love it. But I wouldn't want a lot of people
to see 'em." Michael chuckled, "Only my friends will see them and
I'll show you them before I show anyone else. Any you don't like or
don't want me to show, I'll give you the negatives and the prints."
When we had finished breakfast, we went upstairs and had a shower.
Michael soaped and cleaned himself and then spent time on me. We had
just been through a day of the raunchiest sex most people can
imagine, some of it pretty well oriented toward Michael's domination
of me. In the shower, a different Michael showed himself. He was very
tender with me, taking care to clean all of me well and gently. He
dried me with a huge, soft towel and powdered my chest, pubis and
buttocks with scented talc. When he had finished, he took my face in
his hands and gave me a tender, though passionate, kiss. "I can see
why Kevin loves you so much," he said as he drew his tongue from my
mouth. "I'm happy for both of you, and I hope you're together for
many years." The comments were prophetic.
I knew that I would have to dress for the trip to Sonoma. Michael
brought me to his bedroom and had me lie on the bed. I asked if he
was thinking about a quick "roll in the hay" before we left for the
country. (I was pleased by the clever play on words.) "Thinking,
yes," he replied, "but I want to save my energies for later and I
want you to do so as well." Then he brought my clothing over and
proceeded to dress me: undershirt, shirt and socks. Next, though, was
a surprise. He brought over to the bed a large square piece of cloth.
He laid this beside me and folded it into a trapezoidal shape, lifted
my legs up and slipped it under my rear end. I was being diapered!
When the diaper was pinned he slipped a pair of plastic pants over my
legs. "It's a long ride, and I know that boys like you will make a
big mess on such a long trip. You have to wear this because I don't
want you pooping your pants." I had not worn diapers since I was a
baby and it felt strange to do so. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea,
but Michael had been good to me so I decided to go along with him. I
also knew what was expected of me and thought that it might be a gas
to wet myself (and maybe to crap myself, too) in public. He then
finished dressing me in my Jockey shorts, Levis and keds. When he got
dressed, he slipped on a pair of sleek black underpants that barely
covered his erection. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of pooping your
pants?"
"I'm an adult," he answered with a fake tone of superiority, "and I
don't soil or wet myself as you little kids do." Once we were both
dressed we climbed into his Ford sedan and headed up to Sonoma. The
farm was north of San Francisco. Once out of the city, Michael took a
longer, scenic route. We stopped several times for soft drinks: cokes
for him and RC Colas for me. At around ten thirty o'clock, we stopped
outside of Santa Rosa at a Foster's Freeze for another quick meal of
hamburgers for Michael, fried chicken and French fries for me and ice
cream for both of us. By this time my breakfast had settled and the
coffee, hot chocolate and sodas were beginning to make there presence
known. Michael had a good sense of timing because just as we
finished our snack, he announced, "I'm going to the restroom to take
a piss." He looked at me closely. "And you, son, little boy, are
going to wait here for me." I got into the game. "Please," I begged,
"I have to go bad. Let me go." "No. You have to stay here. Those
bathrooms can be pretty dirty." I did, indeed, have to go to the
bathroom and soon. But I knew I could wait a short while. When
Michael came back I pleaded with him, "I have to pee something
fierce." Again he refused. We were on the road for about five
minutes when I began to whine at the man, "I gotta go. I gotta go
bad." You'll have to wait until we get to the farm," he answered.
"I can't wait," I whined some more, enjoying the role I was playing.
"Well, Billy, I don't have time to stop. You'll just have to take
hold of it and pinch it tight until we get there. It'll be another
hour or so." I grabbed the tip of my penis through the thick layers
of cloth of my pants and the diaper I was wearing. "Tell me, though,
if it gets too hard to hold," Michael said, "and you have to pee-pee
real bad." "I gotta do number two, too."
"I'll stop when I can," he said, glancing at me sideways. I stuck my
lower lip out and pouted as I relaxed the tension I had on my
bladder. The warm liquid poured from my penis into the diaper. It
felt warm as it spread through the absorbent cloth. I stopped pissing
as soon as the extreme pressure was off of my bladder. "I'm sorry,
Michael, but I pee'd myself." He clucked disapprovingly at me. I
could feel my gut tightening as I had released my bladder. That would
have to be taken care of very soon, I knew. "I'm sorry about wetting
my diaper," I said, "but I've got to poo-poo real bad." I knew the
baby talk was turning the man on even as he drove. I let go with a
loud fart that stunk up the car. "Well, I knew you couldn't control
yourself," the man scolded. "I hope you can control your bowels
better than..." Before he had a chance to finish his sentence I cut
another loud fart and crapped the diaper I was wearing. It was a
fairly firm turd that filled the back of the diaper. The smell filled
the automobile immediately. Michael reached over to touch the front
of my crotch with his right hand, his left keeping the car steady on
the country road. "You are a bad boy," he said, his hand slipping
into the front of my pants to feel the wet of the diaper behind the
plastic pants and then squeezing my cock. He pulled the car to the
side of the road. Michael looked at me briefly and then said in his
mock scolding voice, "I knew you were not able to take care of
yourself. You are a bad little boy. You've pee-pee'd and poo-pooed
yourself and we don't have any where to change you. I suppose you are
all done now." I looked down sheepishly. "I still have to wee-wee," I
said softly, acting as if I was humiliated by what had happened.
Michael pulled the car off to the side of the road.
"We can't have you wetting yourself anymore, I suppose," he said. He
moved over to me and undid my belt and pants and pulled them to my
knees. He then slipped the plastic pants down to expose the wet and
yellowed diaper. I could see the outline of my firm, though not yet
hard cock through the cloth. He undid the diaper pins which kept the
front of the diaper in place and folded the cloth down. A wave of
shit smell enveloped the car. I could see a faint smearing of shit at
the base of my penis. Michael took my cock in his fingers and leaned
down to take it in his mouth. He sucked it maybe two or three times
and he looked up at me.
"I guess you'll have to wee-wee now so we can keep you from
completely wetting yourself." I started the flow of piss
relatively easily for having a semi-hardon. Michael took it and
swallowed greedily and then pinched the flow off. He lifted his
head up and smiled at me momentarily and then let a stream of
piss spit from his mouth and at my face. Before I could respond,
he had his mouth pressed against mine and forced my urine into
my mouth. I swallowed it, enjoying the change in flavor it had
acquired in Michael's mouth. He went down for more. I took four
more mouthfuls that way before I no longer had anything left in
my bladder. "You are such a bad boy," he muttered as he took
the damp cock back into his mouth and sucked it until I splashed
my cum into his mouth. As Michael pulled away from me he said,
"God, Billy, you smell like a goddamned sewer down there." He
punctuated his comment by reaching between my legs and up the
back and squishing the shit in the diaper around from the
outside. Then he dipped a finger into the crap at the base of my
cock. He put the dirty finger to my lips and I sucked off most
of the acrid slime. He licked the rest off. When he had
finished, Michael carefully folded my diaper back up into place
and re-pinned it. Then he pulled my pants back up into place.
Once my pants were back in order, we started off again. "You
are such a bad boy," he said, licking his lips. "What other bad
things are you going to do?" I answered by farting again and
unloading another bunch of shit into my diaper. He was looking
at me was I wriggled around in the seat. "I wish I could help
you, babe," he said, "but I do have to drive."
We had been driving for another hour or so after our meal when
Michael turned the car off of the two lane highway and onto a dirt
track that started climbing uphill through a redwood forest. We drove
about ten minutes when he pulled the car off of the road and parked
under a stand of redwoods. "I'd like to get some photos of you," he
said. "Is that okay?" I was beginning to feel uneasy about the turn
my sex life had taken and photographs of it were the furthest thing
from my mind at that moment. "I don't know, Michael," I answered and
explained my misgivings. He assured me that I didn't have to do
anything I didn't want to, but at the house I had seemed really
interested in having my pictures taken. The thought did excite me and
his assurances that I would have complete control over whether anyone
else saw the pictures once they were developed convinced me to go
ahead with the idea. We got out of the car and walked a quarter of a
mile farther into the forest. Michael brought his camera, a 35mm
Retina, complete with lenses, a flash attachment and tripod. He
loaded color film into the camera, explaining that he had a friend
who did the development and printing of color work but that he did
his own black and white. We were in a clearing and he began taking
shots of me fully dressed. As he photographed, I followed his
directions. First he had me take off my shoes and socks. Then came my
shirt and undershirt. You have to understand that in those days I was
about average height but painfully skinny. It was almost easier for
me to flop my dick around on Market Street than expose my upper torso
with its skin stretched across my ribs. I did so anyway when Michael
asked. The came my Levis. He took several shots of the Jockey shorts
I had on, paying particular attention to the bulges in front and in
back. The underpants came off exposing the plastic pants to the
camera lens and when those came off, Michael focussed first on the
dull yellow piss stain in on the front of my diapers and then on the
brown stain and lump in the back. He had me pose so that he could get
shots of me looking at it over my shoulder, with my hand cupping my
crotch and then with it cupping the back of the diapers. I unpinned
the diaper, let it dangle in front of my crotch but still hide my
erection. Next I let my cock pop out and up as I slowly pulled the
diaper away from my front. Michael circled photographing me as I
danced a silent strip tease. The diaper pealed away from my filthy
buttocks, taking most of my shit with it but leaving enough smeared
on my ass for him to get some good shots of. The diaper dropped of
its own onto the ground, spread out so that Michael was able to
photograph the shit in it without rearranging it at all. "Do you
have anything to show me?" he asked.
I knew what he wanted and was glad to give it to him. I arched my
pubis forward and sent a stream of piss toward the camera, a stream
which Michael was able to get thirteen snaps of. Then I squatted over
the diaper and squeezed out a long, very thin turd which landed
mostly on the dirty cloth. when I had finished, I was ready to play
for real. "Not now, Billy," Michael told me. "But I do want to get
you ready for our visit." He then had me lie down on the redwood
litter. He had brought a grip bag with him from which he took out
some paper towels and water. He spent ten minutes cleaning my rear
end of shit. I lay there, feeling the warmth of the Bay Area Fall,
enjoying the cleaning I was getting. When I was clean, he pulled my
legs up to my chest and powdered my ass and crotch with baby powder.
He then began rubbing my cheeks very tenderly, circling his hands
nearer my hole with every stroke. When he got there, he tickled it
lightly , spit on his finger and pushed in. I straightened at the
intrusion and then relaxed. I also hardened. Michael caressed my
hole for a while then said, "We have to get you ready for our visit,
but first I'd like to take you this way because your ass is so sexy
clean. May I?" I agreed immediately and began jacking on my cock. He
pulled my hands away and told me that I was not to touch myself until
we got to the farm. It wasn't an order but a request. He tied my
hands together with a rope he had in the bag and then tied the rope
to a tree so that my hands were above my head and I couldn't reach my
prick. Then he greased my asshole and plunged his hardness into me.
He leaned over to the soiled diaper which was lying beside us and
sniffed it deeply as he thrust into me. "Count the strokes," he told
me. I counted out loud. He kept a steady pace through thirty-nine
strokes and then picked up his pace for four more. Then, by the
shiver that ran through his body and the sudden violent lunges he
took with his cock, I knew he was cumming. He last push ended on the
fiftieth stroke. He rolled off of me, he firm but no longer hard
cock, wrenching from my hole. "How's that for control?" he gasped.
"Exactly fifty." He then leaned over and kissed my hardness. I wanted
to cum so bad that I was frantic. Then he pinched it as he had done
the day before and my boner wilted. "Sorry to do that, babe, but we
gotta save you for the fun ahead. I've got one last thing I need to
do with you before we go." He took a small bottle from the bag. When
he opened it, a strong, acrid but not altogether unpleasant odor came
out. He dabbed a small amount on his fingers and rubbed it around my
hole and then around his own. "What's that?" I asked.
"Something to make our friends on the farm like us more," he answered
somewhat cryptically. Michael then folded the diaper carefully and
put it into a plastic bag and slipped on my Jockeys on me. He then
finished dressing me. "Be a good boy, Billy," he said, "and try to
stay clean for a few more minutes." His tone was playfully serious
but I knew that he was cuing me on what he expected from me. I
wouldn't mess myself. I'd be a good boy. We arrived at the farm a
half hour later. I was surprised to see that it was a real, working
farm and quite large. We parked a half mile from the road at the
front of a large, well kept farm house. Nearby was a barn which was
surrounded by a fence. As we drove up a man came out of the house. He
had been expecting us. Michael had explained that his name was Mel
and that he owned the whole place. He liked to play the same dirty
games that Michael and I had played the day before and earlier that
day, but that this trip was going to be strictly for my education
about animals. Or at least at first. Mel was six foot three, husky
from farm work and looked to be somewhere between 25 and 30 in age.
He was wearing coveralls and boots. Michael explained that he was as
likely to wear a business suit as work clothes and seldom dressed
like the cliche farmer except when he played the role in his sex
games. As we got out of the car, I could see how much muscle the man
had. His shoulders were thick and well chisled. I could also tell
that he was in all likelihood not wearing underwear: There was a
decided rise in the front of the coveralls where one would expect the
head of his dick to be if that dick were hard. Yes, I thought, he has
been expecting us. Although these tales don't seem to indicate it, I
was (and still am) very shy around new people and was feeling very
awkward and out of place. I didn't really know what was expected of
me. Although I knew I was safe with Michael, I was scared of what lay
ahead of me and wasn't really sure I wanted to do anything. I was
glad that Michael had cleaned me up because I would have been
embarrassed had I still had a load in my pants. Mel came over to me
and extended his hand.
"Hi, Billy," he greeted me. "I'm glad you could come. Michael
has told me that you are a real sex machine. Is this true?" I blushed
terribly and stuttered something to the man. He continued, "Let me
explain something to you. I don't think anybody should be made to do
something he doesn't want to do, especially kids. You can leave here
any time you want. You can do anything you want. You can also refuse
to do anything you don't want to do. Just let us know. Michael said
that you were interested in playing with animals. Is this right?" "I
guess so. I mean, yeah. But I'm a little nervous." Nervous? I was
almost petrified in spite of the man's reassurances and that I took
an immediate liking to the man. I also rusted him. My nervousness was
shown my the fact that I could feel that my usually firm penis had
shrunken to tiny proportions. Mel patted me on the shoulder and
began leading me to the house. "If what Michael says about you is
true, you'll get over the nerves soon. May I touch you freely now or
do you want me to wait until you know me better?" I was glad he
asked. I liked being treated respectfully for one thing. And for the
other, I was glad he wanted to do it. "Anything's okay. You don't
have to ask," I replied.
As we walked, his hands wandered freely over my shoulders and back
then down to my ass cheeks. When he got to the front of my jeans, he
unzipped them easily and massaged my teeny weinie through the cloth
of my underpants. I began to relax and my cock began to grow as I
grew more comfortable. It was firm and almost stretched to its full
seven inches by the time we were in the kitchen of the house. "Hm,
from a little acorn to a mighty oak. I'm going to enjoy today," he
said. He gave us some coffee and explained what he would like to do
and got my agreement. We would start by his showing us around and
then by my watching some games with the animals. The two men would
share photographing the action, then, if I agreed, he wanted to make
a movie with me and some of the animals. I readily agreed. My cock
was still in my pants but it was hard and a quarter sized wet spot
marked its tip. As we took the tour of the area, a large Irish setter
ran up to us, sniffed each of our crotches briefly, ran behind
Michael and me and sniffed our rears and then tried to mount my leg.
He had an erection. Mel whistled twice and the dog dropped to the
ground, looking downcast. "Well, it seems like you two are both
ready. Tiberius here certainly is." I had a feeling that his comment
about our being ready had to do with the mysterious liquid Michael
had used on our asses earlier.
We went out to the corral that surrounded the barn. There were some
sheep and goats in front, horses inside the barn, and several ponies
out back. Fenced off from the rest of corral was a thirty foot by
thirty foot grassy area which was as smooth and well groomed as the
greens of a golf course. A creek with a large swimming hole ran by
the grassy area. Chickens ran around the corral freely. We returned
to the front of the barn. Michael and Mel began to strip their
clothes off as soon as we got out front. I asked, "Aren't you afraid
of people seeing us?" Michael answered for Mel, "Take a look around.
There isn't another piece of property within three miles and this
area is completely hidden from prying eyes." "Chosen carefully, eh?"
Mel cut in.
I began to strip, too. I've described Michael before, but his cock
was just about six inches in length and very thick. Mel's was
unbelievably long. Eight inches or more by my guess at the time
(eight and three eighths at it fullest I later found out) but thinner
than mine even. The thinness gave it an odd look, particularly as
hard as it was with the purple head peaking through his foreskin. It
looked more like it belonged on an animal or a satyr than on a human
male. "Ever fucked a girl?" Mel asked. I shook my head, no. He
continued, "Well, sheep are a lot like women the way they feel.
You're welcome to join us if you want or just watch." He walked over
to one of the ewes in the yard and began stroking her tenderly. Soon,
the stub tail was lifted in the air and her rump was raised up. Mel
spit on his hand, wet his penis and slipped it between the sheep's
legs. At least it looked like it went between her legs. I got as
close as I could. He had, in fact, buried his long, skinny rod in the
ewes's twat. He thrust vigorously and the animal responded by backing
into him. His cock looked wet as it slipped in and out of the ewe. I
was not aware of anything but Mel's long, thin, animal-like cock
thrusting into the ewe until I realized that Michael was as close to
Mel as I was, on the other side of him.
Michael was photographing the scene, obviously with my face a
prominent part of the picture. He slowed the cadence of his
thrusting, pushing harder and deeper if that's possible as he entered
the throes of his orgasm. When he finished, he withdrew his still
firm dick slowly from the sheep's twat. I touched the organ as it
slowly reappeared from its sheath. It had an oily slickness to it,
solely from the ewe's vagina. When it finally plopped out, I couldn't
help myself, I knelt down and slurped it into my mouth, or as much as
I could take without gagging, only a little more than half. It had a
sour, bitter taste, part the result of his cum and part from the
taste of the ewe. "Go ahead," Mel panted to me, "taste it from the
source. He was pointing at the rear of the animal. I licked where he
was pointing and got my tongue fairly far into the animal's opening.
It was bitter like Mel's cock had been but because it turned me on so
much, I didn't mind. I wanted to replace Mel but he told me to wait.
He went and got a male goat and led him to the ewe. The goat sniffed
the ewe's cunt and erected with a long, pointed fiery erection almost
immediately. He tried to mount the other animal but Mel pulled him
away and slipped under him and sucked the goat's penis into his
mouth. The goat thrust rapidly and squirted into Mel's mouth. I don't
know if you have ever smelled goat semen, but it smells a lot like
skunk and I could smell the stink from the animal even though his
cock was buried in Mel's mouth. I hadn't had any experience with
animals up to that point and didn't know that although goats came
fairly fast, they could come often. Mel led the male goat back to the
ewe, helped him mount her, and immediately the long, thin, pointed
cock of the goat was hard again. Into the sheep it plunged. The goat
finished in a matter of seconds and withdrew. "Did he sperm into
her?" I asked. "I mean, you just sucked him off." "Sure," Michael
answered, "he could fuck again maybe five or six more times." See all
this made me really horny. Mel took my randy, hard cock and led me
by it over to the ewe. He sucked it once into his mouth to get it wet
and then aimed it at the ewe's cunt. I had a brief feeling of
uncertainty but my horniness got the better of me. I jammed into her.
As I said before, I'd never fucked a woman or a girl. My sole
experiences were in men's and boy's asses (and mouths.) I couldn't
believe how warm and slippery the inside of the sheep felt, slicked
up with both Mel's and the goat's slime. Right after I entered, I
felt a sharp stab at the entrance to my gut and then felt Mel slide
into me. I wasn't long, maybe ten or fifteen seconds, when my prick
began spasming in one of the most intense orgasms it had ever had. I
pumped and thrust and pushed and jabbed and drained every drop of my
sticky boy spunk into that ewe. Only when I had finished did I pay
attention to Mel inside of me, his erection planted between my cheeks
and all the way up my ass. He pulled out, still stick hard, as I
pulled out from the sheep, my cock slimy and limp. I burst into
laughter. "God, that was great!" I managed to choke out through my
laughter. "You didn't need to come out, Mel." "I'm saving up for
later," he answered. I could smell the billy goat on him and even as
he moved away, I could smell the rancid smell. It was now on my dick
as well. I liked it, though. (Michael gave me a set of the photos
from our sessions two weeks later, both the one in the redwood forest
and the ones this day. I had to keep them at my lover's place, but I
can't describe how horny they made me every time I looked at them.
They still do, although the skinny kid in them seems to be someone
else, not me.) "Are you ready for something else now, or do you want
to rest," the man asked me. "I'm ready for more," I said but flipped
my limp and shrinking nordic noodle in the air, "but I don't think
Little Willie is." When my penis gets cool and I'm not hot, it gets
shrivelled and hides up inside itself so that it gives no hint of its
length when hard. When its soft and cold, like it was that morning,
it is usually no more than an inch and a half. "Don't worry, kid,"
Michael said, "I've seen how fast you can recover and Little Willie
is right where we want it for now. Right, Mel." "Yep," the taller man
replied. Mel told me to get dressed and to follow them. He explained
that they would be making the movie next. He slipped on his
coveralls. Once dressed, I followed him and Michael out of the gate
of the corral and round to the back of the barn, outside of the
enclosure. There was a bridge across the creek where we stood. Mel
explained what the beginning of the movie was to be, asked my
approval (gladly given) and went to set up the movie camera. He
really took his filming seriously. I thought the movie would be done
with a home movie camera but Mel really took his movie making
seriously. He had a sixteen millimeter set up on a tripod with a
turret of three lens. There was also a microphone attached to a boom
on another set of wheels.He brought these out of the enclosure and
over by the bank of the creek. From this point on, it is easier to
describe the movie that we made as if you were seeing it. Where
important, Mel's or Michael's directions will be enclosed in
[brackets.]
Mel explained the story to me and told me to be myself
and say what seemed right. There was no script. I crossed over the
bridge and down to the creek near the swimming hole. The sun was
warm and the water in the swimming hole looked refreshing. I took off
my shoes and socks and tested the water. Cool, but not cold. Next I
pulled off my shirt, facing the camera so that it could photograph my
skinny chest. Next came my jeans. Then, turning around so that my
back was to the creek [and camera]. I pulled down my undershorts,
kicked them off of my feet, and stretched in the warm sun, enjoying
the feel of its heat against my bare skin. While standing there, back
to the lens, I massaged and rubbed my skin, my hands playing over my
body, paying special attention to the twin bulges of my buttocks. The
touch had awakened my cock and it no longer hid in its folds of skin
although it was very limp. I turned toward the creek and with one
hand strategically placed, ran to the water and jumped in. [In the
movie you can see a brief glimpse of my penis as I run to the creek.
Mel told me not to hide it but to keep it hard to see. I did a good
job.] The water was colder than I expected, but it felt great. I swam
for around for five minutes giving ample views of my ass cheeks and
the briefest glimpses of my cock. [Mel did some editing which gave
the impression that I'd been swimming for a long time.] There was a
grassy bank on the opposite side of the swimming hole [where the men
and equipment was, of course] so I climbed out on that side in order
to lie in the sun and soak up its rays. The cold water had caused my
penis to shrink up into itself so that as I got out of the water, it
was a shrunken stub less than and inch and a half long extending from
my brown bush. The balls were pulled up tight in their sac. I
stretched before lying down [allowing the camera to get a good shot
of the tiny organ . It kind of embarrassed me that I was so small and
when I first saw the movie, I got embarrassed again. No fourteen year
old could be proud if his dick in its most shrunken state. It was a
reminder for me of what it was like before I hit puberty.] I laid
down on the grass, closed my eyes and began to work on making Little
Willie bigger by rubbing it and jacking on it. After a short while,
the blood had come back to it and it was turgid, full but not yet
hard. All the while I ws breathing hard and moaning for the
microphone. I heard some rustling nearby but didn't pay attention to
it; I just kept rubbing my cock. Suddenly I felt a puff of breath on
my organ and felt a warm dampness tough it. I opened my eyes and
jerked up to sitting. A big Irish Setter had his nose at my crotch. I
pulled my legs up to my chest to protect my equipment, but the dog
stuck his nose back in as soon as I had done so. He sniffed again and
stuck a tongue down into the valley produced by my legs. The wetness
felt good so I uncurled and began petting the animal. He began
licking me steadily at that point. My dick jumped from being full but
flaccid to iron hard. I laid back down, closed my eyes again and
petted the dog as he nosed my crotch and licked my balls and cock. I
took his head and held it in place lightly so that he could
concentrate on the most sensitive parts of my equipment. I was
rapidly moving toward an orgasm. "Hey boy," a voice from behind me,
"what the hell ya doin' with my dog?" I leaped to my feet and spun
around.
The farmer who owned the place [Mel] was standing there,
hands on his hips, stalk of dried grass in his teeth. My cock was so
hard that even though it was stretched to its full (nearly) seven
inches, it pointed up to the heavens. I tried to cover it with my
hands, "embarrassed" at its erectness. I didn't answer. "Well, boy,"
the farmer demanded, coming right up to me, "what do ya think ya
doin?" The piece of straw tickled my face, he was so close. "I was
just lying here sun bathing and the dog came up to me," I stammered.
"I wasn't doing anything. The dog just now started doing that."
"You're a liar, boy. I been watchin' you for awhile and you been
making Red do some pretty bad stuff. And you liked it." At this he
pushed my hand away from my cock and took it in his hand and squeezed
it. [Michael was working the camera. He pulled in for a close up of
Mel squeezing me.] Then the farmer began jacking on its full length
slowly. "And Red, here, he liked it, too." The dog was now rolling
around on his back, showing his belly and his blunt, red erection to
us. "What you fixin' to do to help him out?" I didn't answer. The
"farmer" took me by the back of the neck and forced me down to my
knees beside the dog. "Well," he said, "since you enjoy having him
kiss and lick you so much, I guess its only fair that you do that to
him." I was horny as all get out. My cock showed it. My face showed
it.
But I'd never really done anything to a dog and suddenly I was
getting cold feet. The doggie dick was glisteny and moist looking as
it extended from the furry sheath. It wasn't fucking hard; the knob
wasn't swollen and out yet. But it was big and kind of repulsive
looking. The farmer took me and pushed my head down until my nose was
right on top of the red-pink skin. "Lick 'im, boy!" he yelled. I
tentatively took the penis in my fingers. It was warm and moist, but
not wet. A swipe at the flesh with my tongue. It didn't have any real
taste to it. Red, the dog spread his legs more for me. [He was well
trained, Mel had told me earlier, and I wasn't to worry about the dog
getting mad and biting me for almost anything I did.] My tongue
lapped the length of the animal's penis from the tip to where it
disappeared into the furry sheath. It tasted good and I lost my fear
immediately. I began licking it and sucking it into my mouth in
earnest. he pubic bone that animals have gave it a hardness which was
much different than men's and boys' cocks and I had to position my
head so that it was on red's belly while I sucked. As I slurped it
into my mouth, it got fucking hard. I was amazed at how much bigger
it could get. I had all of the fleshy part and part of the fur in my
mouth, the tip at the back of my throat as I gulped and swallowed.
I'd learned how to do that with Kevin, my lover. It had a good effect
on Red because the knob began to swell at my lips. As I plunged down
the length of the doggie rod, I freed the knob from its furry
constrictor and sucked it into my mouth. I kept on slurping and
sucking for about a minute when Red's hind legs began kicking in
rhythm. My Mouth filled with an acrid, slightly acid taste. "Let me
see him, boy," the farmer shouted and I pulled the dog cock out in
time to have four squirts of dog sperm hit my face. The farmer
directed the prick so that the last couple of splashes hit my tongue
which I had stuck out of my mouth. I pulled my tongue in, swallowed
the dog jiz and licked my lips. As soon as Red finished his
ejaculation, he scrambled onto all fours. I thought he was going to
run from me, but instead he got between my legs and tried to mount me
as I lay on my back. I wasn't in the right position, of course so he
ended up stabbing at air with his hard-on. The farmer rolled me onto
my knees and positioned my ass so that it was at the right height.
[While doing so, I felt Mel rub something wet, slimy and pungent
smelling on my ass hole. "Lubricant," he whispered in my ear, "and
something we use to keep the animals horny." It was the same ointment
Michael had applied on my rear when we were in the redwood forest. No
wonder the dog was so interested in me.] Red mounted me again. The
farmer took the hard doggie dick and guided it to my hole. Red forced
it in and began his rhythmic humping, pushing a little more in each
time he moved. I was used to Kevin, whose cock when hard was about
as long as mine and fairly thick, and Michael, whose boners were
short but very thick. I took Red easily, since his cock was about as
thick as Michael's. I wasn't ready for what came next, though. He
gave a powerful thrust and I felt like a bomb had gone off in my ass.
I screamed in pain as Red forced his knob into my rectum. [Mel asked
if I was okay, I nodded yes, and gasped for them not to stop. He
edited out his question later but kept the scream and my gasped plea
to continue in the movie.] The dog pistoned some more and then thrust
hard once and stopped. I could feel the cum seeping into me as he
came. It tingled as it spread through me ass, feeling much different
from human cum. Red had finished and tried to pull out, but I did as
the farmer told me and squeezed my ass shut. The knob stayed in and
Red began to panic. The farmer tickled the dog's balls and began
stroking his fur. As Red relaxed, the farmer began moving the dog's
hips in rhythm. Soon I could feel the animal's cock expanding inside
me again. We had him fuck me three times up my ass in that way. When
he was finally out of cum, his cock shrivelled quickly and slipped
out of my ass and back into its sheath. The farmer spread my cheeks
and pushed a finger up my loose hole. [The camera caught a good shot
of my hole oozing the dog's semen before Mel put his finger in.]I was
so horny at this point that I was about to burst and if anyone so
much as touched my prick, I probably would have cum all over the
place. I knew not to touch it myself. I wanted more action. The
farmer pulled his finger out and showed it to me. It was dripping
with cloudy semen, clearer than human cum, and slightly streaked with
red and brown. He licked his finger. "Hmmm, mm," he said, "I love
the taste of doggie spunk and boy ass." He put his face at my hole
and stuck his tongue in easily, slurping and suck out as much as he
could. I looked over my shoulder (I was still on all fours) and saw
that while sucking the sperm out of my ass, he was pulling his
coveralls down to his knees. As the jeans material moved past his
legs, his long, skinny cock popped straight out. He stopped sucking
my asshole long enough to pull the coveralls off of his legs and then
went back to licking and sucking me. He was also blowing air into my
ass so that at one point I cut loose with a loud and bubbly fart into
the farmer's face. Then the farmer took his cock and rammed it into
me.
In the position I was in, the long, thin cock pushed into
territory in my intestine that had never before been touched by human
flesh. The tip was poking at a bend in the intestine, causing me
slight discomfort. [I found out later that this particular position,
with the receiver on his knees, allows greater penetration. Kevin had
fucked me many times this way, but Mel's cock was so much longer,
that the difference was noticeable.] He fucked me just as Red had
done, but he didn't come so quickly. After a few minutes, he
withdrew, rolled me on my back, pushed my legs up and jammed his
prick back into me. He took a good five minutes to cum, and when he
did, I thought he was going to push his long prick up through the top
of my head, he thrust so hard. Finally he pulled out, his prick limp,
dripping and smeared with my shit. "Suck it, boy," he drawled and I
gladly took the flopping penis in my mouth, tasting a medley of shit,
man sperm, doggie sperm and blood. [Michael pulled the camera back
to show the end of the scene: I was on my knees sucking the
"farmer's" limp and slimy dork, my own cock hard and stretching
toward heaven. I wanted to be released and reached down to grab my
erection. Mel brushed my hand away from the aching, throbbing penis
and dug his fingernail into the glans. A stab of pain shot through me
but my cock stayed hard. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard.
A rush of nausea pulsed from my testicles to my belly. I choked back
the urge to puke but the concentration necessary to keep from
vomiting caused my dick to soften and the urge to pull on it to go
away. "Sorry, Billy," Mel said, "but I don't think you really want
to cum yet." As I lay on the grass, my stomach churning from the pain
of the squeeze on my balls, Michael and Mel made preparations for the
next part of the movie. I kind of liked the pain that I was feeling.
I knew that Mel didn't do it to hurt me but for my later enjoyment.
Suddenly, though, the churning in my gut got to be too much. I stood
up and ran toward the wire fence that enclosed the grassy area. I
didn't make it. Simultaneously, my mouth spewed out the contents of
my stomach in a wet splash of vomit as my asshole opened and released
the liquid contents of my upper intestine. I puked several more
times, each spasm of my stomach accompanied by a splash of wet shit
from my anus which ran down the back of my legs. Michael came over
as I was barfing and held onto me, rubbing my back and letting his
hands wander down to my ass cheeks and then down my diarrhea smeared
thighs. He was soothing me and asking me if I was okay. I could see
bits of fried chicken and French fries in the vomit, the undigested
remains of my snack on the way up to the farm. After my stomach
settled, I stood up, took a deep breath. I looked at Mel, "I've
never had a ball squeeze effect me like that. I'm sorry." "No," he
replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't think it would effect you like that.
Next time I want to melt one of your hard-ons, I'll try something
else. Are you okay? Do you want to go on?" "I'm feeling a little
queasy, but I want to go on. Okay?" Michael took me into the barn and
washed me up and gave me some water to get the bile taste from my
mouth. He really seemed like he enjoyed doing this type of thing.
When we returned to the yard by the swimming hole, Mel was ready for
us, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for what looked like lay ahead
of me. In my absence he had gotten some other animals. There were a
male goat, a female pig and a male pony in the enclosure. He had a
chicken in his arms. He walked over to me. "Are you feeling okay?"
he asked. "Sure, I feel great," I replied. I looked at the feathered
animal in his arms, wondering what would be expected of me. The
cameras were all in place. "This section of the movie," Mel said,
"Will be fun for us all. Michael is going to film and be in it.
However, I'm not telling you what to do now. I'll do it in my role of
farmer. You need to be natural and say whatever comes to you." Mel
handed the chicken to Michael. I got down on my knees and began
sucking on Mel's long and now firm though not hard dick. As I savored
the rancid taste of Mel's cock, my own penis began to return to its
former state of steel hardness. The camera was running at this time,
filming its resurrection and my obvious enjoyment of my task. "I'd
hate to waste a boner like that," the farmer said, leaning down and
touching my cockhead. A gout of precum drooled out onto his fingers./
He licked his fingers, pulled his penis from my mouth and pulled me
to standing. "I got something special for you, boy," he drawled. He
moved off camera and then returned with the chicken in his arms. I
couldn't believe that he expected me to do anything with the small
bird he held. "You're gonna fuck this chicken," he told me. I
gasped in real disbelief, "I can't do that./ I'll hurt it too much.
Maybe kill it if I try!" "Hey, asshole," the farmer growled, "you'll
do what I say. I can have the dog chew your dick off if you want me
to but I don't think you do. You won't hurt the chicken. Have you
ever noticed how big an egg is? Your dick is perty big, but no where
as big as the eggs this chicken drops." He took my cock in his hand
and lowered the hen toward it. Soon the cockhead was at the small
cloacal opening. I couldn't believe that my penis could fit in. After
a downward push with the hen, though, the cloaca open easily and the
tip of my penis slipped in. ["Don't go too deep," Mel whispered.
"That will hurt the chicken. If you go halfway, every thing is okay.]
The chicken's hole was quite warm and it didn't seem to mind. The
farmer handed me the bird and I begn moving it up and down my prick,
careful not to go to deep. Soon my cock was hot and ready. I thrust
one last time and began spewing my spunk into the hen. I finished and
pulled my cock from the opening. The hen thanked me by dropping a
huge load of chicken shit and my cum onto my prick and cock hair.
The farmer took the chicken from me, dropped to his knees, slid the
hen over his own boner and began fucking into it as he bent over and
licked the chicken shit and semen from my hair and cock. He cleaned
me completely and just as he finished, he shook violently and had his
own orgasm in the bird. When he pulled the chick off of his long
cock, the bird crapped on him. "Clean me," he ordered, pushing me to
the ground so that my head was at his belly. I licked and cleaned the
full, limp organ and his befowled pubic hair. I was both revolted and
excited by the idea that I was eating the man's sperm and the shit of
the hen he had just fucked. It was both sweet and bitter. There
wasn't much and I finished quickly, although I kept licking and
chewing on the flesh and hair. The man was clearly enjoying himself.
After several minutes of this, we stopped and repositioned the
camera. Mel told me what the net scene would be. This time Michael
would be in the movie as well so the men would have to switch back
and forth between handling the camera and, in Mel's word, "handling
me." At the joke I grabbed my flaccid penis and shook it up and
down. "I can handle myself just fine." I really enjoyed playing with
these two men. Back to the movie:] I lay on my back and the farmer
was stroking and petting my chest, belly and legs, avoiding touching
my limp dick. I had my eyes closed so I didn't see the approach of
another man. "Hey, boy" the farmer said, "we got ourselves a
visitor." Michael had stripped off all of his clothing and was
leading the pony, the pig and goat following on their own. "I
thought I'd come down here and see what was happenin', Mel. Looks
like you caught yourself a cute one today." "Yep," Mel answered. "And
he likes dogs an chickens. You all want to try some of your friends
there." [Cut shift to the pony, the pig and the goat. Mel went to
operate the camera.] Michael's thick cock was swinging back and forth
in front of him as he strode over. He knelt beside me and began
massaging me as Mel had been doing, his stroking getting closer to my
pubis with each rub. His hands paused over my bladder. He pressed
lightly. "You're pretty full there, boy," he told me. Indeed, my
bladder was pretty full. In the fun of the past hour, I hadn't
noticed it filling with urine. "Well don't do nothin' yet. We'll put
that piss to good use soon. I brought me some animals that need some
pleasuring and you're gonna it. Got that?" "Yes, sir," I answered
meekly." "Hey, Mel, this here kid not only is sexy lookin', he's
polite. Is he as horny as I think he is?" The farmer answered [from
off camera], "I think that there boy will do anything. His cock is
already gettin' hard again." My penis was firm and full of blood,
still not erect, but at its full length and a step away from becoming
hard.
"He likes havin' doggie dick up his hole. That's for sure. He
let Red fuck him three times. And he done fucked a chicken with me,
too." "Well," Michael said, "I got a sow here who's rutting and needs
some attention." He brought the pig over to me. She immediately began
sniffing and snorting at my crotch. Her wet snout and warm breath
excited my cock and brought me to a full hard-on. "And I got a goat
that's horny as a motherfucker." "Sit up boy," the man directed. He
brought the goat over and positioned him so that his furry peg was
waving in my face. It stunk of animal sweat and goat stink. I knew
what Michael expected of me. I began to lick the goat's penis. It
grew immediately into its long, pointed, fleshy erectness. The goat
stench was so strong that I felt like puking but forced the urge to
go away. As I sucked the red seven inch penis into my mouth and down
the back of my throat, I began to get used to the fetid smell. All
the time that I was sucking the goat, the pig was sniffing and
licking at my crotch. I was more than ready for action and from the
looks of Michael's prick, he was too. Michael pulled the pig away
from my crotch. I urged him to let it lick and suck me I wanted to
come so badly that I was starting to get frantic. "No, boy," the man
in the movie drawled, "I can't let her do that to you. A sow's tongue
is rough enough to rip the skin right of that monster of yours and
then you wouldn't be no fun no more." I went back to sucking the goat
cock, deep throating it as I had learned to do from Kevin, my lover.
Michael was positioned right next to me so I could watch everything
that was happening with the two of them. He knelt over the sow and
held his cock at its opening. Then he shoved it home with one mighty
push that sent the pig sliding on the grass several inches. The pig
squealed, but not from displeasure. I don't know if you've ever seen
a sow fuck, but many female animals are passive when they are
mounted. Not pigs. The sow becomes very excited and active. She was
pushing her haunches up and down as Michael thrust his six inch
hard-on into her cunt. I began sucking up and down the goat prick in
rhythm to Michael's movements. [Mel got excellent footage of our
action, including close-ups of both of us. I didn't notice him
filming, though, because I was so turned on by what was going on.] I
would pull the fetid, fiery cock almost all the way out of my mouth
and then suck it all the way in until its pointy tip was a good inch
down my throat. The goat was stamping and shoving with its hips as I
did this. As I was on the withdraw, the slimy cock exploded in a
torrent of the most vile tasting semen I'd ever had in my mouth. I
didn't have time to react to it before the billy-goat thrust his
prick as hard down my billy-throat as he good. I had to swallow or
choke, so I swallowed what he pumped into me. When the goat finished
his spasm, he pulled away from me and I let the rotten tasting sperm
of his drool from my mouth and down my chin. Knowing that it would
look good on film, I wiped some onto my hand and played with it with
my fingers, showing its viscid stringiness. Then I licked it back
into my mouth. Human semen always tastes best when it comes right
from the pipeline and isn't exposed to air. Billy-goat spunk is no
exception. It was worse tasting than before. I made an awful face
when I sucked the sperm off of my fingers. Michael pulled his cock
out of the sow's cunt. I was still hard. He hadn't come yet. "You
think that tastes bad," he panted, "I got something even worse." He
brought the goat back over me like it had been before and had he take
the animal's penis in my fingers. "You can guess what you're
supposed to do with this." He then took his hand and pressed it
firmly on the animal's belly. A spout of urine immediately sprayed
from the furry cock and splashed on my chest. I directed the spray to
my mouth, knowing instinctually what was expected. Michael was right.
The goat jiz had tasted like clorox and rotted leaves. The piss
tasted like that and rotten skunk. And it smelled as bad. I took two
mouthsful and then couldn't abide any more and let the stuff spray
all over my face and body, directing the hot piss to my own genitals.
I thought that I would cum from the heat and the force of the piss on
my cock and balls when the flow abated and then stopped. "I gotta
cum," I whined, not for the camera either. "No, boy," Michael said,
"you still got some animals to service." He dragged me to my feet
and walked me over to the pony. You have to understand that this was
a full grown adult pony not a horse who stood about five feet at the
shoulders. I looked at the animal, particularly at the equipment he
had hanging beneath him, and wondered what would be expected of me. I
later years I was to play with full sized horses, but I found out
that their genital equipment is not that much bigger than this pony's
was. I reeked of goat piss. The pony pushed his muzzle against my
chest when I got close and whinnied. From behind the camera Mel said
that that was a good sign. I got on my back as I had with the goat
and Michael pulled the pony's pizzle down so that it was at my face.
To me it looked like a fucking fire hose. I stretched my mouth open
and took the furry stem in. If you're trying to imagine how big the
unerect penis sheath of a pony is, try taking a smallish (but not too
small) cucumber in your mouth. The pony was trained well, because as
soon as I got the fur sheath in my mouth, Michael lifted its tail and
it began to piss. The flow of semen surprised me and my mouth filled
immediately with the acrid, bitter liquid. Both men cracked up as I
pulled the spewing horse cock from my mouth. I did not mind the
taste; in fact it was nice to wash the goat piss flavor out of my
mouth, and horse piss tastes a lot like human piss. Unfortunately,
they piss long, hard and fast, so the best I could do to drink the
golden flow was to direct the stream at my mouth. As it abated, I was
able to put my lips to the urethra and take the stream directly into
my mouth. I had to let a lot flow out of the sides of my mouth,
though. As soon as the pony stopped pissing, I sucked on his cock
and could feel it swell in my lips. The pony's hard prick was well
over fifteen inches in length. I could only take the very tip into my
mouth because of its thickness. Michael was beside me now and licked
and sucked on the shaft. We passed the huge pizzle back and forth
that way until the pony began to show signs that he was about to cum.
When this happened, Michael let me service the animal with my mouth
entirely on my own but positioned himself and his hands so that it
wouldn't ram its huge monster down my throat. When the pony began to
ejaculate, it neighed loudly and did try to shove its pizzle home.
Horse spunk is surprisingly mild, creamier than human and sweeter,
too. Of all the animals I'd sucked that day, I liked it the best.
The pony finished its ejaculation and began to pull away. Michael
told me to take the shrinking penis back in my mouth and continue
administering to the pony. I did so, and the cock grew quickly back
to full hardness and size. At this time Mel brought a strange looking
piece of equipment out from the barn. It was a barrel on wheeled legs
with the top of the barrel padded with carpeting. When Mel rolled it
into place and returned to the camera, Michael lay on top of it.
"Bring our friend over here," he told me. I stood up from my position
on the ground, and led the horse over to where Michael was stretched
out. I knew what was going to happen, only I couldn't believe it. He
handed me a jar of vaseline which was inside the barrel. "I don't
gotta tell you what to do," he barked at me [keeping in character for
the movie.] I removed the cap from the jar and began greasing the
man's asshole with the vaseline. His hole was streaked with bits of
shit from his earlier bowel movement which he hadn't wiped well. As I
greased him, the hole loosened and began to open. "Get it good and
greasy. All the way in. Use two fingers." I did as he bid and soon I
was able to get three fingers of vaseline into the man's rectum. As
soon as I got the three fingers in, he told me he was ready for
Maximilian (the pony.) I watched Mel to make sure I was doing
everything right. I led the pony over to where Michael was and had
him sniff the man's asshole. [They told me later that the vaseline
also contained horse stimulant made from the urine and vaginal
secretions of female horses, used often by breeders to get studs
excited.] He eagerly tried to mount the man and I had to pull him
back.
His cock was its full, huge, fiery length. I took it right
behind the tip and pushed the tip against Michael's asshole. With the
horse pushing along with me, the tip of the cock forced the hole open
and slid inside. Michael let out a scream but told me to keep going.
I could pull away now that the animal was seated in its sheath. It
thrust its hips and the fifteen fat inches of pony prick rapidly
disappeared into the man's rectum. Michael was sweating and gasping
for air as the animal began shoving forward. "Pull on my cock," he
gasped to me. He lifted himself off of the contraption he was on so
that I could slide my hand beneath his belly. His cock, a tiny six
inches by comparison with the beast inside his shit tube, was rock
hard and drooling precum. I rubbed it and pulled on it as Michael
pushed the barrel contraption away from under him. I could feel the
ramrod inside of him as it pushed up the intestine of the man. The
horse was mounted and fucking for less than thirty seconds when
Michael screamed that it was cumming deep inside of him. "Don't let
him out yet," Michael said. "Lift up his tail and touch him right
above his balls. And then get back here and suck on my cock." I did
as he said. Even though the horse's dick was buried in Michael's gut,
I could hear the urine swoosh out of his pizzle and into the gut. He
must have pissed almost as much and as hard as he had earlier because
Michael's belly ballooned quickly. The pony pissed and I sucked and
the man began to shake and splatter his jiz into my mouth almost as
soon as I began my sucking. I swallowed all of his jiz greedily,
adding it to the store of animal spunk I'd already ingested. As the
animal finished, he pulled his prick out of Michael, pissing the last
few drops on the ground. The pony moved away disinterestedly. The man
grabbed his cheeks with his hands. "Get back there quick, boy,"
Michael barked. I scurried on my knees over to Michael's ass. It was
badly inflamed from the abuse it had taken, but I put my mouth to its
red, gaping hole. Michael couldn't have had much tone left in his
anus. Without any straining on his part, he let himself go. A flood
of horse piss surged out of his ass. I drank it eagerly, the camera
caching the scene as I would pull away to show the fantail stream as
it burst from the man's anus. Bits of shit came with the horse piss
and I ate them greedily as well. I was ready to burst, I was so
turned on.
Michael knew I couldn't wait any longer and brought me
over to the pig. I didn't wait for any instructions but fell on my
knees and jammed my hard cock into the sow's cunt. I fucked her
violently, but she enjoyed what I was slamming into her. Her cunt was
still wet from Mel and it was hotter than the sheep I had penetrated
earlier, or so it seemed. I came in less than fifteen seconds. even
though it was a super fast orgasm, I was exhausted from it and
collapsed onto the grass when I was done. I lay there panting and
wasn't ready for what came next. The sow hunkered down and dumped a
load of hot, stinking pig shit on my belly and pubic area. The men
began roaring. "Sorry, Billy," Mel said, "I should have warned you
that she does that sometimes." I stunk to high heaven. Michael was on
me immediately, though, and began rubbing the soft shit all over my
belly and cock. I got hard again soon and when I did, he got on his
hands and knees. "Fuck me, pig boy," he yelled. I slammed my filthy,
reeking cock into his hole. I could barely feel the sides of it, the
horse had stretched him so much, but I pistoned as hard as I could,
smearing pig shit all over both of us as I did. Michael scraped up
some of the shit that had fallen on the ground and jacked himself off
using it. I had just had an orgasm and since the sheath I was fucking
was very loose, I took a lot longer to cum this time. When I did
spurt, I yelped a yell like an indian and the fell off of the man. He
rolled onto his back and continued to beat himself off with the deep
brown sow filth, scraping it off of my belly and pubis as he needed
it.
Finally he came in a shower of spunk and pig shit. We lay on our
backs laughing. Michael took some of the crap from his cock and
smeared it on my chest. I forgot where I was and that we were being
filmed. I picked up a wad of shit and threw at him. He threw some
back at me. We sat on the ground smearing each other in pig shit and
roaring with laughter. Finally Michael grabbed me and gave me a big,
shit covered hug and kissed me on the lips. "I don't know if you
should do that," I said. "I don't know if Kevin would like it." "I'm
not going to take you from Kevin," he answered. "You two have a love
that no one can break up. But ya know, pig shit, I love you, too."
Mel wrapped up the filming, got a hose and sprayed us clean.
"Michael told me that you were a scat lover. That's a game that he
and I have played for a long time. I just didn't think you'd want to
open up like that so soon." I answered, "I got carried away when the
sow crapped on me. I hope it didn't mess up your movie." "No," Mel
answered, "I'll edit the movie and have several versions. One will
have the scat scene in it and one won't." "Scat?" I asked. "Yeah
scat. Scat is another name for shit. You really like it, don't you?"
"Guess so. And piss and enemas, too." "Well, one day that you're out
here, maybe we can have a party and do all the things you like."
Michael chuckled, "He's been a pretty busy boy this weekend already.
Do you feel like telling Mel some of what we did?" "Sure. Only I'd
rather you told him," I answered. We went into the house, ate a late
lunch and Michael told Mel what had gone on that weekend. By the time
the meal and the tale were over, Mel was erect again. I jiggled his
hard-on in his lap. "Looks like we got you hard again." Michael
sighed, "I know you guys gotta go soon. I could take care of myself,
or there's my jenny out back. (Michael whispered in my ear that the
jennie was a female donkey that Mel was fond of.) But it would sure
be nice to take care of my needs with a good looking kid like you."
"Sure enough," I answered. The men laid me on my back on the table
where we had been eating. Mel bent over and licked my asshole and
then spit on his long, thin cock. It slid in with only slight
resistance from my hole. About half way in he did feel some
resistance inside. "Hm, you got a load in you. We'll get through
that," he said and shoved hard, forcing the turd which was deep
inside me to crumble from its force and forcing some of it backward
so that his cock felt longer than it was. He moved regularly in and
out, up and down. I could feel the tip of his long penis and the crap
he was pushing around deep inside my gut. Michael bent over and
sucked my hard prick into his mouth and serviced it while Mel
serviced my asshole. After about five minutes of steady, quiet
fucking, Mel shivered and jerked, spurting his scum deep into my shit
tube. When he finished I pushed Michael off of my cock. "Don't think
I can cum anymore today," I said, "but thanks for the good suck job."
"Thanks for the fuck, Pig Boy," Mel said. I would be "Pig Boy" or
"Pig Shit" for many years to come for him. "I hope to have more
intimate knowledge of this stuff some day." He scraped off some of
the shit that had smeared on his cock and licked it off. It was time
to go and I got my clothing on first. Mel told us he was going to
stay nude. Michael excused himself from the room and went outside. He
returned with a familiar looking plastic bag. "My ass drips
constantly after I have a horse fuck me," he explained. "Take a
look." He bent over and pulled his cheeks apart. His asshole was
still gaping open, red rimmed and very sore looking. The crack was
smeared with slimy looking shit. "That's your's and the pony's spunk,
Billy. And my shit. I won't be able to make it back home without
having a lot more shit ooze, drip and splatter out of me. So I need
to wear a ....
" At this point he pulled the diaper I had worn earlier
that morning from the plastic bag. "...a diaper." The cloth diaper
was still wet from my piss and heavily smeared with my own shit.
Michael handed the mess to me, climbed up on the table, and told me
to put it on him. He pulled his legs up and I slipped the shit
covered cloth under his rump. He lowered his legs slowly into the
mess. They made an audible squishing sound as they pressed against
the remnants of my earlier bowel movements. I finished fastening the
diaper and slipped the plastic pants on the man. He jumped off the
table and finished dressing. When michael was completely dressed he
took Mel's hand in his and shook it. "I have but one thing to say to
you by way of thanks for the fun time we've had," he told Mel. He
strained and cut a loud, long, bubbly fart. Only we all knew by the
way he was standing that it was not just a fart. He was letting go a
load of crap he'd been saving, a load that I could imagine pushing
easily through his gaping asshole. We all laughed. I hugged Mel
good-bye and promised to return soon. I knew that subsequent trips to
the farm would be as fun as this one. Maybe even more so because
there were a lot of animals to fuck and suck I hadn't gotten to a lot
of piss and shit still to play with.
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