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Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 19:36:37 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Hitting the Trifecta

Again, for any of you that may not recognize my name or style, if you are
offended by any non-missionary position nonheterosexual tales of sexual
activity find something else to read.  This story, while just a snapshot of
one day in life will certainly contain items that you will not find in your
local paper.  If you have any comments, good or bad, send them to
cbru@gmail.com

Hitting the Trifecta

The summer after I got out of seventh grade my grandfather had some
physical problems that put him in the hospital for an extended stay.  My
father was too busy with his own jobs to look after the farm and none of
his other children were around so I was elected to do some minor work that
would keep the place from falling to pieces and being overrun with weeds
and kids looking for a place to party.  After a week of dropping me off
every morning on his way to work my father decided that I should stay at
the house where my grandfather lived with my dog to keep out unwanted
visitors.  It wasn't much of a house, but when the heat reached ninety-five
outside the basement of that house barely went over seventy.  So in a way
being away from my sisters, mother and father and staying there was a
treat, their house had no cooling and sitting the way in did seldom even
got a nice breeze.

Having taken me as his bitch, Griff had decided that he didn't need to
allow anyone else close to him, so he had become a good watchdog.  He kept
away people and animals, as far as he was concerned no one else could have
my ass.  As big and furry as he was he couldn't stand being out in the heat
with me too much, so in the heat of the day he would plop down on the cool
concrete floor of the basement and wait for me to return from doing
whatever chores I needed to do that day.

By that time in my life my grandfather was getting pretty old, and had sold
most of the farm to a developer that had been building houses on the cleared
land for six or seven years, leaving copses among the development so the
city folks thought they had moved to the country.  The land my grandfather
still owned was separated from the development by a stretch of trees that
was probably a thousand yards thick, so I seldom had to worry about
visitors when I was in the fields.  I enjoyed that, after two years of
sucking dick and drinking piss every day at school I didn't want to see
anyone, especially teenaged boys.  You'd think a thirteen year old would
need some companionship, but Griff was enough for me.

The day I want to tell you about was a day that marked a transition in my
life.  I was a slowly developing boy and had not yet experienced a pair of
lips around my dick.  There were only three hundred boys in the school I
attended, but I had sucked more than two hundred of their dicks.  Me?  No
one would give the school cocksucker a blow job.  I'm not even sure that I
had developed a desire to be sucked yet.  I enjoyed going home after school
and letting Griff treat me like the bitch I had become and didn't think
much about finding another guy to suck me.  I had been in a few fights at
school to make sure no one else fucked me, I was afraid of what Griff might
do if he found human cum in my ass for one thing and I didn't really want
any of the guys I knew, except one that had never tried, fucking me.  I had
heard of male dogs tearing apart bitches that had allowed other males to
fuck them.  I didn't know if a dog would try that with a human, but I
wasn't going to risk it for the few minutes of pleasure I might have
felt. I really wanted to let one of my fellow students to take me, but he
barely let me suck his dick and had never made me drink his piss.  The guy
I wanted was the only black guy in the school, his dick was the biggest I'd
sucked but it was the smoothest and he came the most.

The sun was barely up when my father woke me up.  He gave me a list of
things he thought I needed to do that day and a bag of donuts that he'd
bought for my breakfast.  I read over the list after he left, there was
nothing new on it, except the fact that he said I should use the tractor to
mow some weeds that he had seen the cows weren't able to reach.  I knew if
I mowed the weeds and grass on those acres that he and I would be moving
the fences that weekend, I groaned at the idea of having him around for an
entire day.  Griff strolled over and stuck his nose between my legs and
pushed at my ass, he had mistaken the groan for an invitation to fuck me.
I would not have denied him, but I wanted to get done with my chores before
it got too hot, he would get to stay in the cool and when I returned he
could have me as often as he wanted.  As I thought about the opportunity to
drive the tractor without either my father or grandfather there to see me I
knew that I would enjoy it.  My grandfather had an old tractor, I don't
know how old but it had a smooth metal seat with a ridge running from the
back that was intended to create dips where an adult's butt would fit.  I
had sat on that seat often enough to know that if I moved it forward as far
as possible that ridge would be running between my cheeks, keeping me
warmed up for Griff.

The first thing I had to do every morning was feed a fawn that my
grandfather had adopted.  He had shown me how he added some honey to cow's
milk and warmed it enough that the fawn suckled like it had found his
mother.  The doe had been killed a few weeks earlier when it jumped in
front of a police car.  The cop was his friend and asked my grandfather to
try raising the fawn.  He was three or four months old and loved to press
up against me when I fed him the bottle, I thought that was pretty neat and
let him push his head and nose wherever he wanted for a few minutes
everytime I fed him, which was three times a day.  His cold nose had bumped
my balls once or twice, but I hadn't thought much about it, after all I had
Griff keeping me satisfied.

That morning I must have been coming into my own.  With the young buck
pushing his head into my crotch and his nose up the leg of my loose shorts
I sprang an erection that felt harder and more insistant than any I could
recall.  My dick was as hard as it gets before I shot when Griff is fucking
me.  I was looking down at the fawn when I decided that my dick needed some
attention.  I had jacked off many times when Griff was fucking me and often
enough elswhere that dropping my shorts and tugging at my dick wasn't
something that was new to me.  I wasn't worried about the fawn biting, my
fingers had been mistaken for the bottle often enough that I knew he didn't
have any teeth yet and was happy to explore something new with his mouth.
Saying that makes it sound like I knew what he was going to do, I had no
idea.

I was inside a slat sided building where my grandfather was holding the
fawn, rubbing one hand on the top of his head and behind his ears and
slowly stroking my dick with the other hand.  Whenever I was in with the
fawn I had to keep Griff tied up a few hundred feet away or the deer
wouldn't come to me, but with him in the house I didn't have a worry.  That
morning he was as friendly as ever and after rubbing his nose on my balls
completely surprised me by going for my dick like it was the nipple on the
milk bottle.  He was used to sucking on a nipple that was about four inches
long, so when his mouth started sucking on my teenaged five inches he was
able to completely engulf my dick in his mouth.  For a moment fear overcame
desire, I started to go soft.  But the feel of the fawn's mouth trying to
get milk out of me had me hard again in seconds.  I might have been the
school cocksucker, but getting done for the first time was a fantastic
feeling.  That young buck's tongue was softer than my own.  I didn't last
long as he tried hard to draw out whatever fluid I had.  Once I gave him my
load I was too sensitive to let him go for a second and replaced my dick
with his bottle.  As I stood watching him finish his bottle I understood
why there were so many boys at my school that returned three or four times
a week to stick their dicks in my mouth.  I knew that I would let the fawn
nurse on me again, obsessive as I am I was thinking about how many times a
day I could give him my dick as I drove the tractor to the field I needed
to mow.

As I stated earlier my grandfather had sold off most of his land and only
had enough to keep him busy and fed.  He raised a few cows, some corn, hay
and a little fruit (besides me).  There were two big steers that scared the
daylights out of me, when he sold them that winter they weighed over 2500
pounds each.  There was a big black Angus cow that was as dumb as she
looked, two smaller and younger poled Hereford heifers and a young bull
that was one of the heifer's son.  I'm not much of a cow person, but I had
been there when the bull was created, born and had often been required to
feed him.  With all that, we had not grown close, but we knew each other
and played around when I was bored.  For some reason my grandfather had
named the young bull Cyrus.  I had run my hand over his cock a few times,
but he was only a year old and between three and four hundred pounds so
there really wasn't that much difference between what he had and the
seniors I sucked.  I had thought about substituting his cock one weekend
when I wanted something to suck, but he moved around too much to allow me
to get my head under him.

To get to the field I was to mow I had to move two rows of electric
barbed-wire fence.  Normally we would only have one wire, but Cyrus had
decided he liked going under the fence and roaming free.  When I had pulled
the tractor up to the mower that was left sitting in the pasture the cows
had crowded around, probably thinking it was my grandfather.  I had a hard
time getting hitched up, but I was finally ready to mow.  I drove the
tractor to the gate and tried chasing the cows that had followed me back
far enough that I'd be sure they wouldn't get loose.  If those steers got
loose it would take me all day to get them back.  I figured the cows would
all leave the area while I mowed, but I was done and they were all standing
in the path leading from that field back to the house.  I was hot and tired
by the time I'd managed to get the tractor pulled through the gate and the
wires reconnected, I dropped my shorts to take a leak and Cyrus ran his
thick, raspy tongue across my butt before I could.  He was not like Griff
running his tongue up and down my slit and forcing his way inside, but he
swiped sideways leaving a trail of saliva.

I had intended to use my shorts as insulation on the hot metal seat but do
the job not wearing anything.  I bent over to pick them up and Cyrus swiped
me with that rough tongue of his again, this time up and down.  I turned
around, pissed off and ready to give him a light smack on the head which
experience had taught me would send him running.  Before I could swat him,
he got his tongue between my legs and roughed up my balls.  They were
somewhat sensitive from getting off an hour and a half earlier and riding
on a hot metal seat, but his tongue was no comfort.  As rough as his tongue
felt I thought he must be sandpapering away the little hair I had.  I
couldn't move, he had backed me up against the tractor tire and with three
more swipes of the roughest tongue I ever felt, got me off.  I couldn't
believe I had enough cum left in me to shoot over his head, but some cum
made it back to the brown hair on his back beyond his fully white head and
neck.

Cyrus wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't managed to do a back crawl up the
tractor tire.  I was standing on the platform that held the seat, trying to
figure out how to get my shorts when I realized I hadn't had the chance to
take the leak that had started the problem.  I was no longer interested in
being sexual by that time, I was pissed off at Cyrus.  I let my waste fly
over the tractor tire right on his nose, the first few drops startled him,
but he spent the next few minutes licking at his face sopping up my piss.
Anytime I'd pissed in the pasture my father had told me to be sure not to
hit any food that had been put out for the cows because they wouldn't eat
it if I did, watching Cyrus licking up the stream of hot piss hitting him I
knew that once again my father had lied to me.

I gave up on the idea of getting my shorts.  I decided I would retrieve
them the next day when I was wearing another pair and Cyrus couldn't
getting his tongue on my balls.  It wasn't because I didn't want Cyrus to
lick me anymore.  From where I stood I saw that Cyrus had started to show a
greater length of dick than ever before and I was scared that he might try
to stick it in me.  I shouldn't have worried.  Driving back to the house I
saw him awkwardly trying to mount one of the heifers, I couldn't be sure
which but it was probably his mother as he seemed to do regularrly.  I
finished up the few other things that could be done before eating lunch and
headed up the path to the house.  Griff had been ignoring me from the
moment I the moment I walked into the house, looking disappointed with me
he went to a far corner and lay down by himself.

I had gotten so overheated after six hours in the sun that I sat on the
cool floor to let the cold seep through my butt cheeks and into the rest of
my body.  I wasn't cooling as quickly as I thought I should.  To get rid of
more of the heat I spread my cheeks and sat my ass lips down to kiss the
concrete and soon after I lay on my back for a while. It didn't take much
longer for me to feel a chill crawling through me.  I was used to laying
down for an hour or so when I came in for lunch, it had been too hot to go
back out and work in the sun for weeks.

I went upstairs and heated some Sloppy Joes my mother had sent for my
lunch.  Griff followed me into the kitchen, I had fed him from my plate
often enough that he was hoping for a treat.  I'm not the original sloppy
Joe, but I made a mess while eating.  After my experiences that morning
with a deer and and a cow I wondered if Griff was going to be willing to
lick up the Sloppy Joe meat and sauce from my crotch.  As soon as I opened
my legs he dove between them licking at every square inch of flesh his
tongue could reach.  I was glad that he had stopped pouting and when he
stopped for a minute I took the opportunity to stick my dick between his
teeth and jowls.

I didn't last long poking my dick in his mouth, for the third time that day
I enjoyed the feel of an animal getting me off.  Holding his head I shot
more cum than I had either of the other times, I was happy that my dog was
taking my seed just as I took his every other day.  Griff and I fell asleep
right there by the table, if he tried fucking me I didn't know it.  A few
hours later I woke the way I fell asleep, with griff's tongue smoothly
running over my balls and down to my ass.  I had managed to get on my knees
and let Griff get behind me when I heard a car pull into the gravel
driveway.  I didn't know how to get Griff's dick to go down quickly, so I
decided to meet whoever was coming at the garage door and leave Griff to
take care of himself, fortunately he had not been in me far enough or long
enough to get his knot tied inside.

Outside sat the police car that had killed the fawn's mother.  My
grandfather's friend (I really think they were fuck buddies, but that's for
another story.  The short of it I had gone camping with them, the cop's
brother and their kids.  The cabin had enough beds for everyone to have
their own, but when I woke up the second and third mornings my grandfather
and the cop were in the same bed.)  We stood talking for a few minutes when
the county game ranger pulled into the driveway.  The young buck didn't
want either of them to get close, but when I went into the shed where he
was cowering he ran to me and poked his head between my legs.  I stood
blushing as they kidded me about the fawn finding a new teat to suckle, I'm
not sure they believed my denials, but they didn't try to get me or the
fawn to demonstrate for them.

By the time they had gotten back in their vehicles and driven off the only
thing on my mind was the confort Griff would give me if I went upstairs and
undressed.  The only thing on his mind was giving me puppies, he only gave
my ass one or two swipes of his tongue before he mounted me and one or two
thrusts before hitting the hole.  I may have hit the trifecta that day with
the deer, bull and dog, but Griff was getting the prize.