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Townie's Senior Year
by Fatman George (address withheld)
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He used to sneak out the hour before midnight until the
very smallest hours of the morning and fog around town,
his cock and balls hanging out of his short cut-off and
raggedy jeans/pajamas. T-shirt and sneakers made up his
remaining nighttime foray uniform, plus a black and
bulky hoody. (MM, voy)
***
He was in his hormone poisoned late-teens back in the
60s. Lived all his life in a comatose little prairie
town. Not much going on. Townie's senior year and he
didn't have many required classes left. Most of his
autumn mornings or afternoons were free. Study time was
on a flexible schedule and he could attend one or the
other. He didn't mind classes.
He could look at the girls and think of the oddest
sexual things, for which he as yet had no name, sex
stuff that would make them moan and cry don't stop.
Taboo activities to make them auto-do or do to them and
which he would enjoy and which each fantasy victim would
thank him for by groaning into multiple cums, drool
running down their collective half-opened and well-
fucked mouths. But at the same time, his balls and cock
were becoming ever more demanding and he was having odd
- even forbidden - sexed-up fantasies involving his
forced servicing of several old perv-men, usually rail-
riders or local shadow-people, all at once.
He never really thought anything would cum of it. He had
a regular high school girlfriend who liked to fuck in
risky places and twice let him finger her under their
shared blankets watching Star Trek with her family. She
came quietly under his digits, and everyone could smell
her sex. Her mother smiled at him, her nipples visibly
stiffening.
He used to sneak out the hour before midnight, with
Johnny Carson's voice echoing laughter and his
grandfather nodding thoughtfully in the last p.m. hour
or, usually, wait until the flag and his grandfather had
both gone to sleep, in the very smallest hours of the
morning and fog around town, cock and balls hanging out
of his short cut-off and raggedy jeans/pajamas. T-shirt
and sneakers made up his remaining nighttime foray
uniform, plus a black and bulky hoody.
He knew where every window was that would likely offer
safe viewing of a girl and/or woman as she stripped down
for the night. He even watched older couples undress
together and saw frequently the neighbor "lady" with her
mouth full of cock.
She'd suck and chew her husband's gristle until he
spewed, swallow discretely, display her grossly fat and
huge teats, wiggle into something shredded and
revealing, get in bed, shut off the light and say "good
night, dear". The streetlight through their window left
her hanging udder a static jack-off inspiration for our
boy, let's call him Townie, as he will be, soon enough.
Occasionally he got a "watch" of someone sexing
themselves. He found it odd that he was especially
heated by the site of an old bachelor who seemed to wait
for him to waft into his usually kneeling spot, screened
by bush & shrub. Then the old man would treat the teen
to a display of male self-manipulation and self-
administered cock and ball (CBT) training which the
teen/man found HARD to believe, but wanted... He wanted
to help - by mouth fucking the bald-headed, teeth out
old fuck.
That old tease had really been a turn on lately,
especially with the cock pump running for hours at a
time!! And the elctrodes on his old low-hanging balls
and oddly large nipples. The old cockpit liked to tease
himself and anyone watching by messing with the amount
and frequency of current to his "sextact" (contact)
points, always extra sexually sensitive areas. A
constant hard-on that could gush unexpectedly, as long
as he was hooked up.
Oh well. Must have left several gallons of young cum on
various lawns. He believed - and it was likely true -
that some of these cunts and those cocks knew he was
watching and doing himself and it turned them on, too.
This early, early morning his route took him along the
tracks beside the tramp camp, which usually held only
sleepers waiting for the next train. Tonight things
looked different from near his hiding spot. He could see
everything they were doing and felt safe enough to pound
his ready-hanging meat and squeeze/slap his mostly
shaved scrotum while watching the perverse activity
unfolding in front of their flickering fire. He'd never
seen queers do anything and these guys were looking like
they came out of a sticky San Francisco gay BDSM bar.
There is a creek that drains through a smallish pond,
formed by damning up Cockburn Stream for the purpose of
water storage during the days the railroad was still a
big deal in this out-of-the-way rural community. Steam
locomotives. The creek makes a bend around the Hobo
Hideaway on three sides. Really can't see down in there
well. He made his way closer - their moans, groans,
muffled screams and assorted sex noises covered his
aural tracks well and soon he was within 10 yards of the
scene, screened by the night and a few strategic shrubs.
It was then that he saw the reputed town trollop, naked
and nasty and helping two of the boys. Cheryl was her
name and tabboo sexing her game. Back to her later.
The nearest studly fuck was standing in the creek in a
fish trap that had been constructed and maintained for
years. Caught the big ones. Pike with lots of teeth and
good to eat and rough fish; i.e., suckers and carp.
Suckers are called that for a reason. A bottom-feeding
sucking, probing mouth. Carp are much the same only
larger. The closest man was entertaining a real monster.
That carp was big and it had all that dude's cock in its
mouth. Thrashing around partially in the water, it was
like he was getting an auto-suck from that fish. He was
alternately moaning and groaning then pulling another
drag from an odd smelling smoke. Smelled skunky and the
effects of the hashish/opium made his cock helmet super
sensitive to the manipulations of the cold fish mouth.
This would be a hot load of Carpacide he'd spew - when
the time came.
Greasy dudes two and three were entertaining each other
and Cheryl three or four yards off the edge of the creek
bank. Fuck fiend #1's carpy antics were keeping them
entertained and aroused. There were nice, fully-leafed
elms and two cottonwoods there that hid them and the
light from the Coleman on the nearby stump and the
several candles in metal reflector/holders hung on old
nails stuck in the trees. Remains of a campfire were a
glowing bed of red/white hot coals.
As to this three-some, let me give you a static picture
to set up the action. Dude three, henceforth known as
cum bucket or cb, is on his hands and knees with his
face buried in Cheryl's, henceforth C., shaven and
gaping twat. His cock and his balls are bound up in a
combination of split collars and ball stretching rings.
5# of shot sewn in a leather pouch with a cock and ball
collar attachment hang from his pulsing junk. His 8 fat
inches are collared, throbbing and curved up towards his
bare belly. His nipples are clamped and the clamps are
weighted with three pound fishing sinkers suspended on
momofilament line.
While servicing c., cb is serving moanfully, tearfully,
dude numero uno - henceforth and truthfully, "socio" or
just "path" or "p.". You get it and it was the p. who
brought the edge of that knife danger/thrill with him.
p. had his honest 9.5" crammed "cum"pletely into cb's
gaping rectum. p, you see, had a fair share of African
and American Indian blood and it showed in the size of
his cock and super-fat balls. Momentarily his balls
rested against cb's stretched scrot, as p. also was a
bit of a masochist and had his balls weighted with
blunt-spiked stretch rings.
When he began slowly thrusting again, their sacs swayed
in close unison; then p. sped up and started fucking
with piston-like power thrusting, pulling his bulbous
cock head fully out of cb's painfully stretched
sphincter and plunging it back in to the hilt repeatedly
and with animal growls of grunting lust/pleasure.
The faster p. probed cb's colon, the more their weighted
balls got out of sync. This meant cb was being
continually mauled - primarily his nuts but sometimes
his cock,too - by p.'s spiked ball stretching rings. He
was carrying a load of 5. This more furious fucking also
meant that cb's nipple weights were beginning to sway
most exquisitly/painfully.
Cheryl, meanwhile, is scootched around and now has her
head positioned so that she may lick and suck and chew
and twist and slap p.'s collar-strained seed-sac as he
brews up a steaming load of perv cream. Occasionally p.
pulls his cock out of cb and plows c.'s unwilling throat
with his ass-covered virginity cure-all. He makes her
lick it clean and tongue his piss slit before slamming
back into cb's burning shit chute. At the same time, cb
is working over c.'s ruined cunny and asshole.
He's already spent an hour sucking leftover cum from her
nasty fem-slot and in the process made her clit very
protrubent. That got it a clothespin. It matches the
ones on her red, bound and bulging boobs - the nipples
stand up so and just beg for "decoration". cb has been
working an old, mostly smooth tool handle of ovoid shape
and with a fair girth and length. Probably broken by
rail men and tossed aside.
It was back on the job, slowly being pushed and pulled
and twisted in c.'s abused asshole. A buzzer appears
from somewhere - probably p. had it. Attached to the
clothes pin on c.'s clit and let her rip, along with
cb's fist buried in her vag past the wrist.
All the while, each edged closer to orgasm. But p.
wasn't going to let the fun end so soon. While fucking
him, p. had reached beneath cb and with his calloused
hands, began violently sexing cb's cock and balls.
Edging him. p. could see/feel that both his toys were on
the border of bursting. None of that. Not yet. No one
except carp dude could really see clearly what p. did.
The rambler in hiding could see p. quietly pull down a
candle which had accumlated a large amount of
scorchingly hot liquid wax in the deep base of the
holder. He then yanked his cock out of cb with a
popping, vacuum-release sound, rolled cb and c., still
entangled onto their sides and poured the firey wax on
c.'s cunt hole, her stretched asshole, her clamped and
fat tits. She scre-moaned, came for an eternity, then
passed out. Just as soon as she had been waxed, p.
snatched the scotum pouch from cb's balls and gave both
them and cock a wax bath, with the remainder going on
p's own pulsing shaft. cb began spewing hot seed with
the first splash of wax, timed by p so that his subjects
would come together, right now, under him.
As their grunts and moans peaked, p popped his meat
dagger from cb's wrecktum - he'd plunged back in when he
let fall the first hot wax - and blew a huge load of man
goo, the first blast on cb's ravaged hole and the rest
shot into c.'s waiting, gasping gullet. p. rested his
cock in c.'s tight mouth. She was unknowingly rolling
his dick around with her tongue. Insatiable.
The carp guy came out with the still lively fish
swallowing choad, or trying to. Carp will eat anything
they can suck down. Carp guy (cg) came up to the three,
eyed p, then popped the fish from his dong, cumming at
the same time on c. and cb. It was a large and fishy
load. The carp was pissed. He wanted something to eat.
After a few minutes in the water to rejuvenate, carp was
returned to the two subjects, see if he wanted to try
the menu with them. A couple minutes on cb's cock had it
awake and stiffening, again. Carps last few minutes of
life were spent as buried as possible in c.'s sewer-hole
cunt, thrashing violently.
His tail fins and muscular last few inches, which were
hanging out, beat and brushed against her swollen labia
and wax-burned clit. Carp scales scratched her. She came
again, violently and loudly. The heroic fish popped out,
likely well-cooked by c.'s hot oven. This made c come
again, gasping quietly.
All this time, Townie had been quietly stroking his 18-
year-old 6.5" X 2.75" cock with his right hand and
squeezing his engorged low hangers with his left. The
slight breeze had gone down as events progressed. It had
been rattling the cottonwood leaves enough to mask any
tiny noise he might have made earlier. Besides, he had
dark hair and a dark hoodie on and was in shadows.
It was his luck that the sky, which had been overcast,
began clearing and revealed a bright, full moon just as
he rolled his head back and came with a prolonged, sack-
draining mighty burst of hot man cream, gout after gout
all the way to his lips and chin, in fact.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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