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23 hours ago

Thanks for the comment on my Mow Smoke and Piss video.  

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2 months ago

Thanks for the comment, fuker.  Ever get to NYC, lets burn a few together. 
WOOF boy

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4 months ago

yeah! hot smoke and stroke vids guy!

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5 months ago

thanks for adding me...your vids are hot!

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5 months ago

Nice vids buddy! Appreciate the add!!

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8 months ago

Thanks for your comment on my vid! Cheers

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1 year ago

very nice cock!

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1 year ago

Very hot smoker.  Keep up the videos.

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1 year ago

thanks for the comment on my vid

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1 year ago

Thx for the add sexy

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1 year ago

Fuck yeah budd! Im number one on your favs! Thanks alot!! More smoke piss cum pics and vids cumin soon!!!!!!!

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2 years ago

Cool vids!

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2 years ago

hey man, lets smoke and stroke? my skype: pedroelt

im there now!

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2 years ago

fuck u'r hot m8, thanks for adding me......

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2 years ago

Thanks for the add you hot sexy man. You can smoke anytime you want while I suck your hot cock.

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2 years ago

fukken hot pig thanks for adding me

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2 years ago

hey lets smoke and stroke? my msn/skype is pedroelt@hotmail.com

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2 years ago

Fuckin nice, smoke bro.

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2 years ago

Thanks for the kind words about my vid man.  Very hot vids yourself.  (_@_)INK!

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2 years ago

you have skype?

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2 years ago

HELLO, THANKS Wink HAPPY SMOKEWink GOOD FRIEND

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2 years ago

boy bro, I want to take you on a smoke and such tour where your husband thrusts my head back and forth over your hot fat cock. Looking great! Keep up the good work. 

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2 years ago

Comment on my video appreciated

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3 years ago

hot looking smoker! great vids!

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3 years ago

Bring it on anytime you sexy horny fuckers!

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4 years ago

Fucking hot man! Wish I were there to party and smoke naked with ya!

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4 years ago

hey sexy !

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4 years ago

do you want me to send you a book too? lol

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4 years ago

thanks for your comment Cool

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4 years ago

                              My First Suck

                                          by Wayne Bracford

 

My father was a real man’s man. Average in height, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, he was a man of all muscle and masculinity. Putting himself through vet school, he wasn’t afraid of work and instilled in me an all-American work ethic. Dad was a horse doctor and was good at it. His classically handsome face and hazel eyes were handed down to me. His genes permeated my being, as well they should. He and I became closer when he and mom were divorced. I was fourteen when mom left and dad and I were on our own.

Dad used to leave the bathroom door open all the time whether he was showering or shitting. I got so used to it that I did the same. After all, there were just us two men in the house. There wasn’t any reason to be modest. Many times we’d be in the bathroom at the same time. I’d be showering and he’d be shitting or pissing, or I would be shitting or pissing while he was showering. About the time I turned fourteen, I noticed my cock was getting larger along with my nuts. I had wisps of dark brown hair starting to surround my package. I was becoming a man. My cock wasn't as big as dad's and mine was circumcised, but it looked like it was growing in the right direction. .

When I turned fourteen, I started to jack off and would secretly pull out a pair of dad's underwear from the dirty clothes hamper, lay them on my face and sniff hard while I shot my semen. If I couldn’t find underwear, I would get one of his sweat soaked shirts. Sniffing his armpit smell always got me hard.

I had been sexually attracted to my father even before my balls grew. I knew I wanted him in my mouth. When I was younger, I used to lay in bed with him, my head on his muscled shoulder and watch him smoke. When he exhaled, I would snort as much of the smoke up as I could.

Watching him get out of the shower one day while I was pissing in the toilet, I noticed he had a half a hard on. His ten uncut inches were pointing out from him. I turned a bit while I was pissing so I could get a closer look. I couldn’t help but stare. He noticed right away. He bent down a bit and looked intently at my cock while my piss was making a loud splashing sound in the toilet bowl.

“God damn, son! Looks like you’re ready to fuck some pussy with that thing.”

I was embarrassed about my eight-inches not measuring up to him, but just said,

“One of these days, dad.”

He toweled off, threw the damp towel on the hamper and walked into his bedroom. I finished pissing, shook it a few times and stuffed myself back into my underwear. I couldn’t help thinking about his cock. I went to my bedroom and stripped. I was completely naked and sported a big boner. Taking a quick glance through his bedroom door, I noticed him laying naked in bed reading a new Time magazine and smoking a Marlboro Red. Reds were his brand and I hadn’t told him, but I’d started smoking that year. I knew he wouldn’t care. Wanting to look at his cock again, and show off mine, I walked into his bedroom and over to his nightstand where his Marlboro pack was laying. I had gotten a roaring hard on and thought, what the fuck, he’s hard, too. I walked over and tapped a fresh Red out of his pack, picked up his Zippo and lit one up. He turned away from his magazine and looked at me with surprise.. I inhaled deeply and shot clouds of smoke back out through my nostrils. I had watched him enough times to know how to do it well.

“Fuck son, you know how to smoke! You like these Marlboros?

“Yeah, dad. I been stealing them out of your pack for a few months now.”

“That’s alright. I was gonna ask you soon if you wanted me to start buying you a pack too. You’re fourteen now and old enough to smoke. You ain’t a real man unless you smoke, and Marlboro Reds are the way to go, son.

My cock was staring him in the face. I watched as he moved his hand to his balls and moved his ballsac to his other thigh and pulled the foreskin back on his cock. My dick was dripping pre-cum and he saw it. He kept staring at my dick with a big smile on his face. He looked up at me.

“Looks like you need to drain those big balls of yours. They look pretty heavy.”

“I can’t ever get them drained, dad.”

"You are growing into a real man. You got some hair down there now."

He reached over and put his hand on my pubes just above my hard cock. He spread his fingers as he caressed my bush. His fingers made their way to my balls. He squeezed them gently.

“Maybe I can help you out with that, son," he said. "Lay down here next to me.”

I took another deep drag on the Marlboro, stubbed it out in the ashtray and then laid down beside him.

“Snuggle up against me.”

I laid down sideways on his left side and wrapped my left arm around his hairy chest. His pecs were hard and prominent. I noticed his nipples were erect and poked up through his dense chest hair. I lifted my leg up and flexed it so my thigh was laying on his cock. I felt his dick twitch as my hard on pressed against his hip. I stuck my nose in his armpit and breathed in his manly smell.

“Son, you know how to get a man hard. You ever sucked on a cock before?

“No, I haven’t”

“You're fourteen now and haven't sucked any cock yet? You need some practice. Someday, a man will want you to service him and you need to be able to suck, and suck good. You need to learn to swallow cum, too. I want you to practice on me. You wanna suck my dick?”

I looked up and into his sparkling hazel eyes. He had a smile on his face. I knew I wanted to, but I had never sucked a cock before.

"Yeah, dad. I'd like that."

"Move your head down and wrap your mouth around it."

I slid down his chest rubbing my nose in his belly hair and sticking my tongue in his navel. I wrapped my mouth around his thick and now fully-hard dick. He moaned softly as I felt the big dickhead sitting in my mouth. I had dreamed of this moment for years. I stuck my tongue around the foreskin flap and pulled it back with my hand so I could taste his cockhead.

"That's it, son. Make your dad proud. Start sucking me now. And grab my balls in your hand and squeeze them so you can get all of your father's cream out."

Dad reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a Marlboro and lit up. The sweet tobacco smell of his smoke made me even harder and I stroked my member.

"You like the taste of your dad's cock?" he said, as he looked down at me.

I glanced up at him and locked my sight on his deep hazel eyes. The smoke from his Red curled up around his nose and eyes as he squinted through the haze.

"Mmm, mmm," I groaned through my cock-filled mouth.

"Lick my balls, son. You know my testicles are where you first came from."

I pulled off his cock and ran my tongue down the length of his sperm tube to his nuts. I took one gently into my mouth and rolled it around. It had a pungent man-taste and smell. I continued to stroke my eight inches. I couldn't believe I was really sucking my biological father's nutsac. I had waited years to do this. I wanted to taste his sperm on my tongue. I knew it would taste like mine. I pulled off his sac and put his ten inches back in my mouth. Dad started to move his hips up to meet my drooling mouth. I plunged my tongue into his sperm-slit and tasted the salty pre-cum. He started to thrust forward and fuck my mouth.

"Son, you're a good cocksucker. Pull off a minute and I'll give you another lesson in man-pleasing.

I reluctantly pulled of his cock. He sat up and rolled over onto his stomach and spread his thick hairy legs apart. He lifted his perfectly round asscheeks a bit.

"Put your tongue in my hole, son. It'll taste good."

He pulled his cheeks apart with his hands. I looked down on his brown rosebud. He was contracting his muscles. His hole opened and shut with his every contraction. His hole was rimmed with light brown hair. I moved my head over to his ass and stuck my nose deep into him taking in his smell.

"Stick your tongue in my hole and move it in and out," dad said.

I stuck out my tongue and plunged it in his waiting hole. He loosened up and I dived deeper and deeper into his bowels. It tasted sweet as I started to chew on his ass muscles. He continued to moan loudly as I ran my mouth and teeth over his puckerhole.

"Keep chewing that hole, son."

I continued to stroke my cock as dad raised his ass up to meet my wet and warm mouth. His crack was filling up with my saliva making it easier to slide my nose in and out of him. He let go of his cheeks and I pulled back. He looked back at me as he rolled back over.

"Time for you to take my cum. Are you ready?"

"As ever, dad."

He was on his back again. He lit up another Marlboro and inhaled deeply. Letting the smoke release with every word he said,

"Son, you will now taste your own sperm shooting from my cock."

He spread his legs slightly as I took him in my mouth again. I pulled back his foreskin and began to ride his cock. He thrust his hips forward, fucking my open mouth with a vengeance. He pounded harder and harder and I started to gag, but stayed on him. His ballsac contracted and became compact and hard as his nuts pulled back up toward the base of his cock. I felt his sperm rising through his delivery tube to his piss-slit as he moaned loudly.

"Get ready for your dad's spunk, son. Here it comes!"

I felt rivers of his jizz hit the back of my mouth in giant squirts as his cock continued to pump my mouth full of his man-juice. I couldn't swallow it fast enough, there was so much of it. It filled my mouth and I choked as it shot up through my sinuses making my nose drip streams of his juice. His cum tasted sweet and salty as I saved every drop. I swallowed as much as I could as he slowed his thrusts down. He relaxed as I swallowed the last of it. His ten-inches started to grow soft as I continued to suck as much out of his balls as I could. I grabbed my cock and pumped furiously and deposited a big load on his thigh. I thought I would never stop cumming. My balls and his were completely drained. Dad laid back and looked down at me, his now softening dick still in my mouth.

"Shit, son! You're gonna be one fucking good cocksucker! How's you dad's cum taste?"

"It tastes fuckin' good, dad. Can I have some more?"

"Give me a few minutes, okay? My nuts will have to make some more first so you can have more of my cream. Let's have a smoke."

He grabbed the red and white Marlboro pack from the nightstand and shook one out for each of us. He lit us up with the Zippo and we both took long drags on the strong Virginia tobacco. He reached down to my cock, wrapped his strong hand around it and squeezed from the base to the tip producing another bead of cum on the tip. He put his finger on my slit and got a big drop and moved his finger up to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue a licked up the last drop of my spunk off his finger. With a big grin on his face, he said,

"Your baby-juice tastes just like mine son. You're a real man now and a fuckin' fine cocksucker. You do your father well."

"Thanks, dad. I'll suck jizz out of your balls anytime," I said.

"I can shoot you another load now. Get down on it and suck some more."

Smiling a contented smile, I said,

"Anything you want, dad. Anything at all."

                                              copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford

 

 

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                                  The Red Roan

                                                       by Wayne Bracford

“Let’s go, son!” Dad yelled upstairs as I was getting out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. Dad and I didn’t have time to jack each other off that morning like we usually did. We had to go check on a stud horse at our neighbor Bill's ranch.

Bill was a rancher with a large herd of Angus beef cattle. He moved them from pasture to pasture on one of his Quarterhorses. He had a stable full of them. They were all well trained in working cattle. You didn’t have to lead these horses to a stray. The horse led you. I knew. I’d been on a roundup with he and my dad the year before.

I went to my bedroom and quickly dressed. I grabbed my pack of Marlboros and can of Skoal off the dresser and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Dad was waiting by the back door.

Dad was a real man’s man. He was about five-ten or so with short light brown hair. His hazel eyes set off his handsome and now slightly lined face. He was masculine without having to talk about it. His bull neck and broad shoulders tapered down to a thin waist and a tight and muscular ass. His thighs were thick and were perfectly framed by his Wranglers. He packed a big bulge in the front of his jeans looking like his cock and balls would strain the zipper enough to bust out. I looked at his crotch as often as I could and marveled that I came squirting out of that package eighteen years before. I’d been

told often enough that I was a dead ringer for him. They all said I looked just like him; and I did. I could have been a clone. I was the same height and weight, same hair and eye color, same sounding voice and muscular frame. He was just twenty years older than me, but looked much younger than his thirty-eight years. People would mistake us for brothers.

“Too bad we didn’t have time to jack off this morning, son.”

“It’s okay, dad,” I said, as I grabbed my Stetson off the coat stand. “We can try it tomorrow morning. We’ll have a little more time, and we’ve got plenty of sperm.”

“I missed seeing you squirt out a big load.”

Looking at me straight in the eye he said,

“You know one of these days, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. You know that don’t you?”

“Anytime you want, dad. My hole’s gonna be open for that eight inches of yours. I wanna feel your jizz in my guts.”

“Tomorrow morning, son. Not now. We have to get over to Bill’s place and check on that stud he says may be a little lame.”

“Let’s go!” I said as I lit up a Red and drew deeply on it.

Dad pulled out his Copenhagen can from his back pocket, pinched some off and then handed it to me. I pinched off a wad and stuck it under my lip. Between the Marlboro and the Cope, I started to get dizzy, but it was a good dizzy.

We hopped in the Ford pickup and dad drove us to the pasture where Bill kept his horses.

We pulled over to the side of the road and got out.

“Which one is it dad?”

“It’s the one closest to us, the red roan.”

The stallion seemed friendly and sauntered up to us, probably looking for some oats. He had a slight limp, but nothing drastic. When he reached the fence, we stroked his ears and muzzle. He seemed to like it. We heard the sound of splashing water and noticed the roan was pissing on a flat rock near the fence. It splattered in all directions.

“Godamn, dad. Look at that fuckin’ cock!”

I bent down and looked closer. The stud had at least twenty inches. His cock was limp and hanging down, dripping more piss. It was as thick as my forearm at the base and tapered slightly to the head. It looked like a man’s dick only much bigger and much longer. His grapefruit sized balls were swinging loose in the breeze.

Dad jumped the fence and took a closer look at the stud’s hoof and legs. He didn’t see anything unusual.

“I think I’ll just tell Bill to keep an eye on him. Nothin’ looks unusual.”

My veterinarian father was usually always right. He’d been a horse doctor for twenty years and knew the insides and outs of horses. He had a sixth sense about them. He jumped back over the fence, reached over to my front pocket and grabbed a Marlboro from my pack. I lit him up with my Zippo. We each spit a long trail of Cope juice. With a grin on his face, he looked at me and started to rub his crotch.

“I gotta piss real bad. You know what to do, son.”

I knew what he wanted. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth.

“Swallow this, son.”

Dad spit a huge wad of tobacco juice into my mouth. I hungrily swallowed it. He spit again and I swallowed. This was dad’s way of saying he wanted to piss in my mouth and then fuck it with his hard tool. I’d been sucking him off for a few years now and liked his taste. His cum was thick and tasty. Since it tasted like my own, that’s probably why I liked it so much.

Dad unzipped his Wranglers, pulled out his uncut eight inches and pulled back the foreskin. I wrapped my lips around the head as he started his stream of piss. I swallowed as much as I could, but I ended up with a wet shirt and jeans. He filled my belly with his warm urine. It felt good inside my stomach. His piss tasted and smelled like man. He finished up, took a few shakes and then stuffed his now wet cock back into his jeans.

“Thanks for the piss, dad. I want some more today. Remember that.”

“I will, son. You’ll be the first to know when I have a full bladder.”

We stood by the fence as the stud’s cock started to get longer. He’d finished pissing, so I wondered if he was horny.

“I wonder what it’s like to get fucked by that big of a cock,” I said.

“Bill’s mares seem to like him. He’s sired four foals. He’s got some potent cum.

Gettin’ fucked by that thing might rip your asshole open, I’d say.”

“Well, what if you were really loose.”

“Son, if you wanna have that horse’s dick up your ass, you need to loosen up. Turn around.”

I turned around and we both pulled our jeans down. I felt dad’s hard cock against my ass. I spread my legs wide. He spit a wad of Cope on his cock and rested the head against my throbbing pucker hole. He shoved gently at first and then I managed to take the full length inside me.

“I’m gonna loosen you up for that stud. I wanna see you get fucked by that horse.”

“I’ll try anything once, dad,” I said. He pumped my ass harder.

“I gotta loosen you up some more.”

He pulled his cock out and replaced it with three of his fingers. I started to loosen even more. He got a fourth finger in. It was painful, but my cock had gotten rock hard and was dripping clear liquid out of the piss slit. He put his fifth finger in my hole and started to spread them apart. He spit more Cope juice on his arm as he slid his clinched hand into my waiting man-pussy. I loosened up even more. He pushed harder and gently shoved his forearm almost up to his elbow into my tight hole. He slowly moved it in and out of my loosening hole. I'd never been fucked before. He'd pull out a bit and spit on his arm to keep me lubed up. His arm slid in and out with ease. I backed into his fist and clamped my sphincter tighter on it. He pulled back a bit and then gently pulled his whole arm out of my ass.

“I think you’re loose enough for that stud to fuck you now. I’ve always wanted to see a man getting fucked by a horse.”

“I wanna suck that big cock first and get a good taste of it,” I said, as I slowly jumped the fence. I pulled off my jeans and boots and threw them to dad.

The stallion didn’t move an inch. His cock was still hanging out with a couple of piss drips on the head. I put my arm gently across his back to settle him and let him know I was friendly. Shooing away flies, the tip of his switching tail brushed my face. I bent down as dad watched. I got on my knees. I slowly and gently grasped the base of his cock. He flinched a bit, but stood still as I slid my hand down the length of it to the giant bulbous head. It was dark, slick and wet and had prominent veins that popped out from the shaft. I lifted the head to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it. I could taste the final urine on him. I slid my tongue into his piss slit as I still held the head. I moved my mouth over the head and swallowed him down my throat as far as I could. I felt his sperm tube start to contract as I felt a warm gush of fresh horse piss hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. Most of it cascaded down my chest mixing with dad's. It smelled pungent and tasted better and better the more I swallowed. I started to gag, but continued to suck. I started to suck harder as I got used to his taste. I continued to hold the base while I was pumping him. All that urine made me want to let my bladder loose, so even with a hard on, I shot piss back and it hit his legs. The stud spread his back legs apart and let out an enthusiastic snort as he shook his mane and whinnied. I could tell he liked it. I couldn’t believe I was sucking off a horse. It tasted so good and perverted. I had a roaring hard on. I felt him stiffen in my mouth. I reluctantly pulled off and stood up feeling the warmth of a full belly of fresh horse piss.

As I stood up, I felt my ass dripping out gut and Cope juice. It ran down my inner thigh. I reached down and cupped my hand to catch some of it. I gathered a palm-full and lifted my hand to my mouth. I lapped up every drop of my ass juice and dad's Cope spit. I was still loose and wide open. I could feel my sphincter muscle hanging out from my hole.

“You ready to get fucked?” dad asked, as I pulled off the roan’s cock.

“Yeah, I’m ready. I sure liked suckin’ on it though. It tastes mighty good. I’d like to have him cum in my mouth.”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle all of it. When he shoots a load, it’s at least a quart of jizz. You’d rather have that up the ass wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, I would. How we gonna do this?”

The logistics of getting fucked by a horse were unknown to me. I just knew I wanted him in me. I wanted that huge dick to gush my guts full of horse cum. I wanted him to split my ass wide open. The stud’s hard on had gotten bigger.

Dad jumped the fence, grabbed the horse’s halter and led him through the side gate over to me. He pulled down the tailgate of the truck.

“Get up on your back on the tailgate and spread your legs far apart.”

I did what I was told. We weren’t too worried about anyone seeing us. We were far back on the most remote part of the ranch.

I laid back on the tailgate and spread my legs wide apart and lifted my ass up. While dad held onto the stud’s halter, he leaned down and put his nose near my dripping and loose open pucker hole and spit a huge wad of tobacco juice on it. He then led the horse over so it was standing in front of me. The stallion had a huge roaring hard on now. His dick was stiff and stuck out a yard from his belly.

“You ready?”

“Yeah,” I said, not really knowing whether I was or not.

Dad led the horse up to me and the stud stuck his nose near my ass and sniffed and snorted a couple of times. I couldn’t believe it, but that horse knew what he wanted and knew what to do. He reared up a bit and with a loud "slam," his hooves hit the tailgate and luckily missed my head. He shuddered a bit, snorted. and then shifted forward. The huge mass of the stud loomed over me. His belly was hanging over mine and was grazing my skin. I lifted my legs higher and wrapped them around his hindquarters to help steady me. I moved my ass up a bit as I felt his stiff cock brushing against my hole. The stud started to shove into my ass. He wasn’t gentle about it, either. I lifted my ass up more as he kept shifting his hind legs to get settled in my guts. He shoved the hard head in. I groaned in pain but was able to handle it after being fist fucked by dad. He shoved it farther and farther into me. He moved his hindquarters back and forth as he started to ream my hole. He pumped hard and was shoving me back toward the cab with force. I had to shift my ass to keep from loosing his cock. I tightened my legs around him. I loosened up even more, shoved my ass against him and took the whole stallion's cock up my ass. He was splitting me open, but good. Dad watched intently and pulled his hard cock out and started to jack off while he watched the massive cock slide in and out of me. I felt his cock-head hitting my stomach. I didn’t know that I could take that long of a cock that far up. The stud continued to pound my ass hard. I was hoping he didn’t slip on the slick metal tailgate and fall on me. It was a delicate balance.

“When’s he gonna cum, dad?” I yelled.

“It usually doesn’t take too long. He’s probably getting ready now.”

The stud continued to pound me hard as I shoved my hole against him to take in the full length. I felt him slow down a little. He shifted his back legs a bit. I then felt his cock starting to contract and pulsate in my guts. The horse was cumming in my ass. I felt hot horse jizz shoot into my guts. He kept fucking me as he unloaded his spunk. I started to hear a squishing sound that came from my hole. I was filling up with his jizz now and it was so much, it started to leak out around my hole and onto the truck bed. I felt more and more warmth in my guts as the stud continued to unload his ball juice in me. I shoved my ass further up against him so I could get as much of his cum as I could. He slowed down a bit and started to go limp in me. I slid my asshole off his cock and took him in my mouth. I sucked his still half hard cock until I got all his juice. I grabbed the shaft and pulled it hard from base to tip and was rewarded with a long stream of cum. I sucked it out of his piss hole. My loose and stretched asshole started to dribble and then gush out a river of horse jizz. I clamped down my sphincter muscle so I could keep it in me. It was white, thick and creamy and there was a bucket of it. It covered the bed of the truck as I started to move a bit. It was slippery and thick. I kept holding onto his cum. I slid back away from him as he reared back and dismounted the tailgate. His cock was dripping. Dad grabbed his halter and started to lead him back into the pasture.

"Wait, dad," I said.

I got under the roan and took his now limp cock into my mouth again and licked up the last of his cream.

“God damn, son! You just got fucked by a horse! Get back up on the tailgate and spread your legs.”

I laid back on the tailgate and spread my legs. Dad bent down to my bunghole and stuck his tongue on my dripping ass. He started to lick horse cum off my hole. He stuck his tongue deep into me as equine semen continued to flow out. I clamped down again.

“Dad, let me keep the rest in my guts, okay?”

“Sure. There’s enough in there for both of us for the next week.”

“I’m not gonna shit for a few days. I wanna keep it in.”

“Shit, you’re a real horse fucker now son. My arm’s not a horse cock, but I’ll fuck and stretch you as wide as I can.”

“Thanks dad, but it just won’t be the same.”

                                           copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tractor Trouble

by Wayne Bracford

The fucking god damned cocksucking piece-of-shit tractor wasn’t doing its job. It kept stalling out, maybe ‘cause it was out of gas. Since the gas gauge didn’t work, it was hard to tell what the problem was. I banged the shit out the rusted-up gauge with my fist to no avail. It just kept reading a big fucking “E”. The tank was almost empty, but too dark to see any gas level, so I just let it sit. Fuck it, I thought. I didn’t give a rat’s ass. I’d have to stop yanking tree stumps out of the pasture for the day; a chore I never looked forward to anyway.

July wasn’t the best time to be doing this kind of work, but it was on my “to do” list this week. Dad was good about “lists.” He gave me “the list” every Monday and I had until Saturday noon to finish it off. It was always full of bullshit tasks, some more important than others. But, I knew I’d have to get this two-acre plot cleared of stumps before the month of August. Dad had sold the plot to the township for a song. The city fathers were building a park for the fine citizens of our small burg. Dad could afford to sell it. We weren’t using it. It had been dense woods a few years before. It was my job to clear a little at a time until the town had the money to start putting in a recreation building, small baseball field and playground equipment.

It was getting hotter as the afternoon sun sat high in the heavens. I pulled off my John Deere cap, pulled out my hankie and wiped my brow. The humidity didn’t help things any. After grabbing my pack of Marlboros out of the front pocket, I pulled my sweat-soaked t-shirt off and flung it on the tractor seat.

Rivers of salty sweat were rolling down my chest to the top of my 501’s and down to my pubic hair and eight-inch cock. Miniscule beads would turn into rivers as they made their way between my pecs down thru my newly-sprouting chest hair and onto my belly. I had just started growing hair on my chest that summer. I was eighteen and mother nature was blessing me with a soft mat of fine hair that was creeping up from my belly to my pecs, I popped the top button of the Levis and zipped half-way down to let my bush cool. It helped a bit, but still didn't get much cooling air to my damp balls. I pulled on the crotch of my jeans to give my boys a little breathing space. I went to the tractor seat and grabbed a Marlboro and lit up with my Zippo. I snapped the lighter shut with a back snap and put it back in my pocket. I inhaled deeply on the Red and let it loose thru my nose in long slow jets. It smelled and tasted incredible. I started to relax a bit. I sat down on the dry hard-packed ground and leaned back on the tractor's tire. It afforded a little shade. I needed a drink badly.

Squinting against the bright sunlight, I saw Dad’s Ford pickup approaching the fence and kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. He turned into the pasture and drove up to where I was sitting. He had a crooked grin on his face and as he climbed out of the cab. I noticed a six pack of Bud in his right hand. Relief, I thought. He walked up to me and handed me a beer. I popped the top and drank a long cool draught.

“You got a fuckin’ hot job today, son,” he said, as we guzzled our beers.

“Yeah, dad. I guess you could say that.”

With a glance to my half zippered down jeans, he grinned at me as he said,

"Looks like you're coolin' your balls off a little. Why don't we take a break and

sit down on that big rock under the oak tree? We'll have another beer."

We turned and walked toward the big flat rock under the tree and finally, into some shade. I followed closely behind dad. I always followed him so I could watch his ass move in his tight Wranglers. In his back pocket was a worn and faded ring of denim where he kept his Skoal. It bounced up and down on his ass with every movement of his thick thighs. His broad muscular back was framed by a plain white and tight-fitting t-shirt, now soaked with sweat. Dad was almost forty, tall, had light short brown hair, a handsome face with a square jaw and hazel eyes that sparkled when he looked at you. The bulge below his belt was my favorite view of him. Behind his zipper hung a ten inch fat horse dick and plum-sized testicles. I always remembered that his ballsac was my first home. I, at one time, had been shot through his sperm tube into a waiting wet and slick pussy. I took after him. My cock was a little shorter, but it was thicker. We both were uncut and that's the way it was. I was an almost perfect clone of him. People mistakenly took us for brothers.

"Let's sit down, son. It's cooler here," he said, as we both sat down on the large flat and cool shaded rock. "You gonna work anymore today?"

I told him of the tractor problem and he just said,

"Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it. I'll drive you back out tomorrow morning with a gas can and we'll see if we can fire her up."

He then stood up, set his beer on the rock and started to pull his t-shirt off. He crossed his thick muscular arms and grabbed and pulled the tails out of the tight jeans. His thick chest hair was matted from the heat, sweat and tight shirt. As he slowly pulled it up, I watched rivers of perspiration run down his broad chest to his flat belly. He pulled it over his head as I watched his armpits glisten in the bright afternoon light. I got his pungent man-scent from the slight breeze that passed over his chest and underarms. They smelled of man and hard work. My cock started to stiffen and drip. His smell always made my

my dick harden and I think he knew it. He reached down to my pack of Marlboros and shook one out.

"Where's your Zippo, son?"

"Right here, dad," as I pulled it out of my front jeans pocket, fired it up and lit his Red. I got one for myself and lit up. We both inhaled deeply.

"God damn, son, these Marlboros are fuckin' good smokes," he said as he released a thick cloud of smoke through his nose. The dense blue cloud drifted off, disappearing into the breeze.

"Just takin' after you, dad. They hammer your lungs real good, don't they? I don't know what I'd do without my Reds," I said.

"You'd probably be a meaner motherfucker than you already are," he said, as we both chuckled.

He sat back down and moved next to me so we were shoulder to shoulder. His wet skin stuck against mine as our arm sweat mingled. He put the Red in the side of his mouth and leaned back a bit. Undoing the top button of his Wranglers, he let out a sigh and pulled the zipper down part way revealing his thick bush. We were both sitting there with our matching pubic hair exposed to the breeze. Dad handed me another beer.

"Son, I see you're starting to grow some hair on your chest. One of these days it'll be thicker than mine. Your bush is getting thicker, too."

"Yeah, I guess I'm finally growing up."

Dad took a long drink from his Bud and set the can down. He rolled up his sweat-soaked t-shirt and laid it on the rock behind him. Lifting his muscular arms, he crossed them behind his head and laid back down on his back. His head rested on his wet shirt as he took another deep draw on the Marlboro. His bush showed even more as he pulled the zipper all the way down. I could see the big mound of his man-meat outlined through his jeans just below his open zipper. He reached down and tugged at his crotch to arrange himself. Sliding his rough hand into his bush, it found its way lower. His hand was under his jeans and firmly on his cock. He pulled his arm back out and rested it on his belly.

I did the same and laid back down next to him. Our damp triceps were touching each other as our sweat intermingled. Our armpits were separated by only inches. I turned my head to him and sniffed to get the stronger scent of his pit. My erection was dripping so much, a wet spot quickly appeared on my jeans. I caught dad glancing down at my bush and I know he saw it. He turned his head back and looked up through the oak tree branches. The dappled sunlight danced on our glistening bare chests as a slight breeze came up. It blew gently over us. It felt refreshing and cooling. I noticed again how handsome my father was, with his aquiline nose, strong jaw and thick lips. His eyes were framed by slight crow's feet as he squinted against the sunlight. His prominent thick beard stubble poked out from his slightly weathered chin.

He turned to me. Our faces were inches apart.

"Light me up a Marlboro, son, would ya?"

"Sure, dad," as I shook another Red out and fired it up with the Zippo. I took a long deep drag and then stuck it in his mouth. He grabbed it with his index finger and thumb, pulled hard, inhaled deeply and exhaled while saying,

"My armpits are pretty fuckin' rank from the sweat today. I really need to cool them off."

I knew what dad wanted, so I leaned over and stuck my nose in his armpit. The smell was rank and heady. It smelled of Marlboros and man. I sniffed hard and inhaled droplets of sweat up my nose. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the rivers of juice flowing from his pores. As soon as I got one draining pore of his liquid swallowed, his body would release more. With the Red still burning in his mouth, he continued to let out thick clouds of smoke through his nostrils. The smoke drifted down to my nose and I sniffed it all in. He groaned in pleasure as I took each hair in my mouth and striped it of any sweat. I shoved my nose forcefully against the hollow of his arm. The taste of it made my cock throb and pulsate with surges of blood.. I felt the deep resonance of his voice in his chest as he breathed heavily. He let out a sigh and said,

"Yeah, son, lick all that sweat up. My chest is wet, too. Take care of it."

I sucked a minute more on his pit and got all the juice I could. It made a salty taste in my mouth that I savored before I swallowed. I lifted my head a bit and ran a lazy trail of spit from his rank underarm to his hard erect nipple on his left pectoral muscle. My father's pecs were so prominent and developed that his large brown nipples pointed down. I had to put my nose under the slab of his chest meat and shove it up so I could sink my teeth on the hard nipple. I opened my mouth wide and clamped my teeth on it and started to suck forcefully and gently chew, sliding my tongue back and forth over the very tip. The taste and coarseness of his dripping chest hair on my tongue was intoxicating. I opened wider. I wanted to nurse on the masculine breast milk he had behind the nipple. I continued to suck harder as he groaned and flexed his pecs up and down in a rhythmic motion against my chin. I slowly pulled off his tit and ran my tongue across and down his chest, lapping up every drop of man-sweat I could. I followed the line of his chest hair with my tongue to his navel. I stuck my tongue deep into it and found a pool of salty chest juice that I quickly sucked up with a loud slurp. I ran my tongue back up and over to his other tit and sucked and chewed on it while he moaned. I leaned down and stuck my nose deep into his bush, hoping to find more salt juice. I licked on his hairs for any leftovers. As I lifted my head, he looked down at me, and with a grin said,

"That's a good son. You know what to do if your father asks you. You must, because you came from my ballsac eighteen years ago. Lay back down on your back."

With that, dad stood up and pulled his jeans off, letting his full nine inches spring out into the waiting summer air. I laid on my back and looked up into the branches of the oak tree. Dad jumped up, placed his bare feet on either side of me and straddled my belly. His cock looked hard and pointed out from his thick bush. It danced up and down as he tightened his ass sphincter muscles. His large nuts swung low, back and forth below his member. Rivers of his sweat fell down onto my belly as he grabbed his cock and pointed it down to my belly. As I looked up at him, he grinned,

"You need a cooling shower now. Let your father give it to you."

"Anything you want, dad. You know I would do anything to please you."

With that, he pulled his long foreskin back and put his thumbs on either side of his cockhead and pulled his piss-slit open wide. A gush of his warm golden urine fell and started to bounce off my belly and run down to my exposed bush. I sat up for a second and took in a mouthful, as he started to hold back. I shucked my jeans off. My cock was rock-hard and my nuts ached for release. My belly and bush were dripping wet and smelled of my father's urine. The golden juice sparkled in the sunlight. He opened up again and pissed on my cock and balls soaking them. He stopped abruptly.

"Turn over, son. Your father has some more piss to unload into your ass"

I rolled over on the cool flat rock and onto my stomach. I spread my legs wide apart and lifted my ass. I shifted back a little so he could get to my bunghole easier. Dad jumped down from the rock, turned around and placed his wet and erect cockhead against my puckerhole. He rubbed it with his cock as he spurt out a short stream of urine to lube me up. I was anxious about his piss in my gut. I was hoping for a big load of his spunk along with it.

"Grit your teeth, son. Your dad is going to plunge deep into your hole."

He shoved his wet cockhead into my waiting hole. It hurt like hell and I let out a loud groan. He moved it back and forth to loosen me up and then shoved it all the way in up to his balls. I felt his nuts laying against my opened ass. I had all of him in me. I started to back up to milk his cock as he let loose a stream of warm urine into my waiting guts. It flowed in gushes and I felt my dick start to drip pre-cum.

"I'm gonna fill your ass up with my piss and then I'm gonna shoot a big load up there."

"Oh yeah, dad," I said. "Fuck my ass good. Give me more of your warm juice."

He held still for a moment as I felt another river of urine start to slosh around in my guts. He started to pound me hard in and out as I felt my sperm rising from my nutsac. His stream was so forceful that his piss started to drip from my ass. It made a squishing sound as he continued to pump in and out. His big bull nuts banged relentlessly against my puckerhole.

"You feel my piss in you, son?"

"Yeah, dad. Give me more."

"I'm drained. I'm gonna fuck your ass wide open and shoot a big load of my spunk up there."

"Give me your cum, dad. I want to feel it in my guts."

Dad started to pound me harder and harder until I felt his sperm tube start to contract. I felt rivers of his cum shoot into me and mingle with his warm piss. He slowed down and then rested in me. I tightened my sphincter muscles to hold him inside me for as long as I could. I backed onto his cock and clamped my muscles down to milk it for all it was worth. I moved my ass up and down his still-hard shaft. I felt his piss and cum rolling around my guts and start to leak out of my puckerhole. I tightened up more to keep it all in.

"God damn, son! You know how to treat your father," he panted, as he slowly pulled his cock out.

He milked his cock and it spit out a little more cum as he rubbed it against my hole. I lifted my ass to get it all.

"Stand up now. I know you need to shoot, so shoot on my bush."

I stood up and grabbed my cock in my right hand. Dad laid back on the rock as I straddled him. I pumped and pulled until I felt the jizz come up from my nuts and enter my sperm tube. The semen forced its way through my piss-slit and I shot loads and loads of warm spunk onto his bush as he watched me with a smile and gleam in his eye. I moved the stream up to his mouth. Some of it hit his chin and lips. He slurped it up with his tongue. I slowed down and milked my cock for any leftovers. I was panting and out of breath. I pulled my cock from the base of the shaft to the tip and milked out the last of my spunk and dropped it on his lips. He licked it up and smiled.

"Fuck, son! That's some hot jizz comin' out of your cock. It tastes just like mine!"

He opened his mouth and I saw him rolling my cum around on his tongue. He was pleased.

He looked up at me and smiled as I, out of breath, laid back down beside him. He turned to me, and with his mouth full of my spunk, opened wide and planted his mouth on my lips. I opened wide to take in his cum-drenched tongue. I tasted my own spunk as he started to tongue fuck me. His tongue slid in and out of my mouth as I tried to wrap my lips around it and suck all my juice off. He got on top of me and rubbed his sweaty chest against mine as he continued to fuck my mouth. He lifted his face up until he was looking deep into my eyes.

"God damn, son! You know how to treat your father."

"According to the those Christian fuckers, I'm supposed to 'Honor Thy Father and Mother', right?"

"You did just that, son. Let's have a Marlboro."

He rolled off me and grabbed my pack of Reds, grabbed one out of the pack with his teeth and got into my jeans and fished out the Zippo. Lighting up he drew hard on the Red and then stuck it in my mouth. He grabbed one for himself. He inhaled deeply to the bottom of his lungs, held the smoke and put his open mouth on mine. I sucked the smoke out of his mouth and into my lungs. I started to fuck his mouth with my tongue. The Red tobacco taste hit my tongue with a vengeance. We exchanged Marlboro smoke until the Red was gone. We laid back on the cool rock. We both lay naked with piss and cum covering us. Dad turned to me and with a crooked grin said,

"You're the best son a man could ever have. I want to keep you around for as long as I can."

"As long as you keep fucking me the way you do, I'll stay around forever!"

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