What a fantastic week this has been. For all fathers out there, I hope you had a wonderful Father’s Day. Well, hmmm…actually, I hope you all had a terrific day *grin*. Pssstt…just in case you’re wondering, I had a stupendous weekend. In fact, we could make a movie if you want J . No details. Nope. You’ll have to wait for the movie. *Wolf whistles*
Meanwhile, you can take a gander at this week’s Story Orgy prompt. It’s guaranteed to be almost as entertaining as my weekend. Whew! That’s a big hint right there, huh? And, check out that delicious easy-on-the-eyes photo SO’s very own Jade Baiser found to go with our prompt this week. Yeah, she’s got an eye for tasty treats, huh?
I know, I know. It’s time to get on with the show. So, c’mon. You can see what I came up with for this week’s prompt words - Bear (as in the man-type), Treehouse, Cock Halo Set. Don’t forget to follow the links at the end of the story. They lead to other goodies from my Story Orgy partners.
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Cory awoke to the sound of a tractor in the distance. Stretching, then yawning, he rubbed his eyes. “What the hell?”
He walked to the window and peered out across the fields, a sleepy smile creeping across his face. Guess I’m just gonna haveta go out there for my morning hug.Not giving it a second thought, Cory made his way through the house and out the back door. With his back propped up against the huge Elm tree, he rested his foot on the lowest rung of the makeshift ladder leading up to the tree house. He watched his handsome bear drive up on his John Deere, grinning wildly.
“Well hello there, handsome.” Brock’s bottomless green eyes locked in on Cory. Beaming, he let them stray down and back up again. “It looks like we had the same idea this morning.”
Cory slid his index finger across his neck, signaling for Brock to kill the tractor.
As Brock turned the key, Cory climbed up, threw one leg over Brock’s, and straddled his partner. “There’s one slight difference. You’re still wearing your jockstrap. Mine is on the floor beside the bed.”
Brock chuckled and pointed. “Actually, I am wearing yours.” His finger tapped the letters C.K. scrawled on the waist band. “See? Cory King.”
Cory’s cock twitched at the sight of Brock wearing his underwear. “Yes, I see that now. Bad bad boy, Brock Jeffries. You should be wearing the ones that say B.J. on them.”
Cory pressed his ripped abs against Brock, their hairy chests meshed together.
“And what’s this?” Cory wiggled his ass on Brock’s apparent erection. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re as excited as I am.”
Cory pressed harder into Brock, making their brawn one mass of furry muscle. Brock nipped at Cory’s lip and breathed his words into his lover’s eager mouth. “Are you ready for a treat?” Brock tugged at the lip with his teeth as Cory groaned his excitement.
Brock released Cory’s lip and continued to explore, trailing saliva down Cory’s neck with his tongue and leaving it to cool in the morning breeze. Applying just a touch of pressure, Brock pushed Cory backward until he was pinned against the steering wheel.
Unable to control his whimper, Cory squirmed as Brock’s thick fingers pinched his nipples, causing his cock to throb as if there were an invisible string from one to the other. He let his head fall back and rest against the steering wheel.
“Uh uh. No, you don’t.” Brock demanded.
Bracing the back of Cory’s head with one hand, Brock pulled his lover back up as he guided Cory’s attention. “Your treat is down there.”
Cory scooted back on Brock’s legs to straddle his knees, getting a little closer to the tasty cock he had let violate his mouth just the night before.
Enthusiasm soared and breaths grew heavy. Cory slipped both hands under the waistband of the only thing between him and his meaty pleasure. He pulled out and down, skillfully peeling the jockstrap over the hard throbbing flesh that was so eager to break free from the confines of that white cotton pouch.
Cory felt his asshole clench the instant he saw the shimmering reflections glint from the sterling silver. “You’re wearing the Cock Halo Set. You sly devil!”
Cory watched a wicked grin slip over Brock’s attractive, yet stubbly, face. Brock didn’t say a word. He simply raised a brow and gave his infamous look that spoke for itself. It’s all yours, baby.
Sliding to his knees, Cory took Brock’s prick, laden with precious metal, and licked his way down one side and back up the other. Letting his tongue glide over the smooth rings, he enjoyed the way the metal cooled his hot tongue.
Once Brock’s hard cock was slick with spit, Cory stood and turned. Brock’s hand landed heavy across Cory’s ass, stinging and leaving a much wanted heat.
“Yes! Own my ass like I’m going to own that cock.”
The next thing Cory knew, Brock had slicked his fingers with spit and now his asshole was being prepped, thick fingers plunging in and out. Each probe harder, deeper.
Smack!
“Unghh!” Cory was caught off guard with another slap, this time on the other ass cheek. Pleasure shot through every nerve ending, making pre-cum leak from the mushroomed head of his dick.
“So gosh darn pretty. C’mere.” Brock gripped Cory’s hips, his grip strong yet tender as he pulled Cory down to his cock. “That’s it. Relax your ass.”
An intense heat pressed against Cory’s asshole, more pre-cum oozing from his prick, stringing to the floorboard between his legs. Cory’s groans intensified as he eased onto the hot flesh of his lover, the metal ring slightly cooler than the flesh as it passed the tight ring of muscle guarding Cory’s ass.
Brock’s fingers pressed at Cory’s lips. “Spit if you want this ride to go smoother.”
Cory worked the thick fingers around in his mouth, letting his saliva run freely into Brock’s hand.
“Oh yes. Plenty of lube.” Cory instinctively arched his back when Brock pressed it with one hand. “You’re gonna ride like a new Chevy once I get all slicked up.”
With the first two inches still in his ass, Cory felt Brock’s hand slather the rest of his shaft.
“Bring it on back, babe.”
“Fuck this nice shit.” Cory proclaimed.
Without hesitation, Cory impaled himself onto the thick meaty shaft, taking in the remaining six and a half beefy inches his partner had for him.
“Oh! Fuck yes! Yes!” Cory wasn’t sure who said what, but that’s what he heard.
Cory’s back arched into Brock’s wide chest, the soft hair tickling his sensitized skin as he took in as much cock as he could get. “Oh yeah, there it is.” Cory felt the second cock ring at the base of Brock’s pulsing cock.
“Yep. You have it all right there in that tight ass of yours.” Brock gave a teasing thrust followed by a tortured grunt.
“You own my ass, and I own that big thick cock of yours.” Cory rode harder, reaching back over his shoulder to grip Brock’s neck, his hips gyrating.
“Take that cock. Yeah, you’re gonna make me cum. I’m …I’m cumming.” Brock’s words deep and breathy in Cory’s ear.
With each pulsing release of hot semen deep in his ass, Cory matched with his own creamy load. Ropes of cum landed across their legs, dripped from the steering wheel, and collected at the base of the gearshift.
Cory swiped some of the milky substance from his leg with his finger, shifted to the side, careful of Brock’s still-rigid shaft inside him. Feeding Brock his spunky load, Cory smiled as he pressed a kiss to Brock’s parted lips.
“Good morning.”
~the end~
Mmm-hmm…gotta love them farm boys. You can get me on a John any day. Ermm…John Deere…yeah…that’s what I meant *Ahem*. So, let’s just move right along. What d’ya say? I’m curious and wanna know what the rest of my Story Orgy family came up with this week. Aren’t you? C’mon. Don’t be shy. Just follow me - Click
Hot scorching damn, that was hot! Whew ... I need some iced tea and lemonade to cool off after reading that. Loved this line: “You’re gonna ride like a new Chevy once I get all slicked up.”
ReplyDeleteWow.. hot... um.... did say well done?
ReplyDeleteHoly shite! Honey . . . I'm ready to ride now too! *fans face*
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