Mr. Jim

All though high school I had the hots for my school bus driver. His name was Mr. Jim. He was a short skinny 70-yearold ugly farmer with huge ears and an even bigger nose. But it was what showed down in the crotch of his overalls that drove my lust for him. He wore his overalls pulled high up, so high that his crotch revealed a detailed outline of his huge pecker, and I mean huge. I couldn’t keep my eye off his crotch whenever I was around him.

Mr. Jim was a nasty old man. I don’t know how many times he took me to the principle’s office because of some little (to me) infraction of the school bus rules. The old farmer would stand in the doorway to the office and watch as Mr. Ballard (who I had a terrible crush on) made me pull down my pants and shorts and lean over his desk. Then as the principal paddled my naked ass Mr. Jim would smile. The old farmer seemed to get a thrill out of watching me get my punishment. And I also suspected that Mr. Ballard, the 60-year-old principal, also enjoyed whacking my bare ass with the paddle. As he was so slow and deliberate and at times would even touched the naked cheeks of my ass with his hand.

I didn’t really mind the whippings because I adored the principle as much as I lusted after the old farmer‘s dick. I also found it strange that the principle of the high school and the bus driver were so close friends. The two of them were always together whenever possible. I would see them chatting at football games and sometime when I rode my bike passed Mr. Jim’s farm; I would see the principal’s car parked in his driveway.

Then one day I saw the principal’s car parked down at the bridge on Big Creek. And I as rode my bike over the bridge I saw both him and Mr. Jim walking along the bank of the creek. Well I peddled home as fast as my young legs would take me and got my fishing pole and biked back to Big Creek. I left my bike beside the principal’s car and headed up the creek following the path along the bank that they had taken.

I must have walked a mile when I heard voices. But the sounds weren’t coming from beside the creek. Then I spotted a faint trail leading off into the thick woods bordering the creek. I put down my fishing pole and sneak along the trail toward the barely auditable sounds of their voices.

The trail took a sharp right turn and if I hadn’t of spotted their fishing poles lying on the ground near to where they were sitting; I would have blunder into the clearing. But the sight of the fishing poles stopped me dead in my tracks! Then with my heart pounding so hard and loud that I was afraid they would hear it, I eased forward and pushed the branches of the mulberry bush aside and peeked into the clearing. The two old men were sitting on a big oak log. At first I thought they were only talking then I spotted the beer cans in their hands. And realized that they had sneaked away to drink beer. Now that was a big deal back then as first off, the county was dry (meaning the sale of alcohol was illegal in the county), and secondly they were both deacons in the First Assembly Of God Church which strictly forbid drink alcohol.

I almost came out of hiding at that point because I knew that I had the two old men exactly where I wanted them, but something held me back. And I am glad I did because Mr. Jim suddenly reached down and rubbed the big bulge in the crotch of his overalls.

“Damn, why is it that every time I drink beer with you I get horny.” He said looking directly at Mr. Ballard.

“That’s because you’re such a dirty old man.” Mr. Ballard said and laughed. “Hell, go ahead and pull the huge thing of your out. Wish I had one half as big.” Mr. Ballard added as he took a big swallow from his beer.

“I will if you’ll let me do it to you?” The old farmer said as he rubbed his crotch even harder. “Are you going to let me have it today?” Mr. Jim added.

“You got to take it easily than last time.” The principal answered. “Hell, my asshole was sore for days.”

Mr. Jim must have taken that as a yes because he started unbuttoning the fly of his overalls. Then he dug his weathered fingers into the crotch of his overalls and pulled out the biggest uncut pecker that I had ever seen. I had spied on my father’s long cock when he was drunk and ever sucked off his hired hand, Walk’s big pecker, but nothing prepared me for the monster pecker of the old farmer.

“Damn, ever time I see that big white snake of yours I feel cheated.” Mr. Ballard said as he sat his beer on the oak log and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and then boxer shorts. He had a reason to feel cheated. The principal’s pecker was the size of a young boy’s dick and even his balls were tiny. “It ain’t right you should get so much, Jim, and I get so little.”

“Yea, but you got an asshole that is better than any pussy I ever dipped my old pecker in. And, Hell, my wife will not let me fuck her because she says by old pecker is too big and you take it all without a problem. So don’t sell yourself short.” The old farmer replied as he began to jack his pecker.

I thought Mr. Jim’s pecker was big but I hadn’t seen anything yet. The old farmer pecker just kept growing and growing the longer he pumped the foreskin back and forth over the huge head of his dick. I never dreamed a man could have a dick so big.

“Look at it.” Mr. Jim called out as his old pecker swelled and stiffened until it was standing to attention. “Ain’t it a big one?”

“You’re one of those exhibitionists, Jim. You love for someone to look at that big pecker of yours.” Mr. Ballard said as he to started playing with his tiny cock. “You ever showed it to any of the boys on your bus?”

“No, but I damn sure would love to show it to that Roland boy. He’s always eyeing it. Do you think he’s queer?” Mr. Jim asked.

“I have a suspicion he might just be. A couple times he’s brushed his hand against my crotch when I was paddling him. Hell, you know I get a hard on each time I give him a whipping. He’s got a big pecker for someone so young.” Mr. Ballard said as he reached down and squeezed his little balls. “Sometime I can hardly keep my hands off his little bubble butt.”

“Well, maybe the next time I see him at the urinals I’ll take one beside him and flash my big old pecker and see how he reacts. Hell, I can’t get into trouble just doing that.” Mr. Jim said as he swung his monster pecker back and forth to show off its size. “Let’s strip buck-naked.” The old farmer added suddenly standing up.

“You think that’s such a good idea?” Mr. Ballard asked.

“Hell, no body ever comes this far up the bank. And we’re the only ones that goes fishing here. Everyone knows there no fish bigger than your three fingers in Big Creek.” Mr. Jim said as he started stripping. “Come on and get naked. I want to fuck you with you naked. I like seeing your hairless body. It turns me on.” The old farmer added as he stepped out of his overalls and stood in front of the principal buck-naked. The sight of his huge pecker hanging down almost to his knees took my breath away.

“You old show off.” Mr. Ballard said. Then after removeing his shirt and stepping out of his pants, he leaned forward and grabbed the old farmer’s cock and took it’s huge foreskin covered head in his mouth.

“Now, don’t you go and make me shoot my load. I want to fuck that ass pussy of yours.” Mr. Jim called out as he reached forward and caught the principal head. “Take it all.” He said as he pulled Mr. Ballard’s head toward his crotch.

I watched in amazement as the principal deep throated the old farmer’s pecker. He took every inch of Mr. Jim’s pecker down his throat and ever pressed his mouth against the old man’s gray pubic hairs trying to take more.

I got so excited watching Mr. Ballard sucking Mr. Jim’s pecker that I stripped my clothes off and started masturbating in the bushes as I watched the two old men. I wanted desperately to join them but I was afraid of both of the old men.

“Stop! You’re going to make me loose my load.” Mr. Jim said pulling his cock out of the principal’s mouth. “How in Hell can you take it all the way down your throat?” He asked as he held the base of his old pecker as though trying to keep from cuming.

“I don’t know. Things don’t make me gag.” Mr. Ballard said as he started playing with himself again. “Turn around and bend over and I’ll get you really hot.” He added.

I didn’t know what Mr. Ballard meant to do as the old farmer turned his ass toward the principal and bent over and grabbed his ankles like the was going to get a paddling. Then Mr. Ballard did something that really shocked me. He started licking the old farmer’s asshole.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I closed my eyes and opened them again, but Mr. Ballard still had his mouth pressed between the ass cheeks of the old farmer.

“Yes, I love it when you eat me asshole like it’s a woman’s pussy.” Mr. Jim called out as he began to hunch his ass against the principal’s face. “Stick your tongue deeper. Yes, reached deep inside me. Oh, yea. That’s it. Deeper. Good!” Mr. Jim added as he jacked his huge pecker slowly as Mr. Ballard continued to work his tongue in and out of the old farm’s asshole.

Watching Mr. Ballard tonguing Mr. Jim’s asshole excited me so much that I had to let go of my own dick to keep from cuming.

Mr. Jim pulled his asshole away from the principal hunger mouth. “Better stop or I’ll shoot.” The old farmer said. “Now turn around and let me give it to you.” Mr. Jim added as he spit on his hand and smeared the spit over the head of his cock. “Hell, you got me so hot I’m not going to last very long.”

And with those words that old farmer stepped forward and guided his monster’s pecker to the principal’s waiting asshole. I just shook my head not believing that Mr. Ballard would be about the take the old farmer’s horse cock.

“Easy! Easy!” The principal called out as Mr. Jim pressed the head of his pecker harder and harder against Mr. Ballard’s asshole. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” The principal’s loud cries range out through the woods as Mr. Jim huge pecker penetrated his asshole little by little. “It’s too big! Easy!” Mr. Ballard said as he grabbed his tiny dick and began masturbating it fast.

“Damn, I like fucking my boss!” Mr. Jim said suddenly. “Take it all!” He added as he rammed his cock savagely into Mr. Ballard’s asshole. “I’m in control now!”

The pain of the old farmer’s huge pecker suddenly plunging inside of him caused Mr. Ballard to straighten up to a full standing position. “Mercy! Mercy! God have mercy!” The principal shouted as though he was in church having a religious experience.

Then Mr. Jim reached around the principal’s chest and grabbed his tits. I hadn’t notice how big and long Mr. Ballard nipples were until the old farmer grabbed them and started twisted them like he was going to tear them off.

Mr. Ballard started doing a standing in place dance that reminded me of when I was younger and daddy was whipping me. And all the time the old farmer was pulling his huge pecker almost out of the principal asshole and plunging it back inside.

I wanted desperately to join them. I wanted to lick the old farmer asshole, like I had seen Mr. Ballard do, while he was fucking the principal. The thought caught me by surprise. I had never had such a wicked nasty thought before. But in spite of the thought being repulsive I knew that I still wanted to lick the old farmer asshole like I had seen the principal doing.

And for some strange reason, I was also really attracted to Mr. Ballard’s tiny cock. I suddenly realized that I wanted to suck his small dick even more than the old farmer’s huge pecker. I even took a step toward the two old men before fear of them stopped me.

“I’m cuming!” Mr. Ballard suddenly announced.

“Me too!” Mr. Jim called out as he jerked his huge pecker out of the principal’s asshole and stroked it a couple of times more before a strong stream of white liquid squirted onto Mr. Ballard’s back and ass cheeks. And even as Mr. Jim shot his load, I also saw cum flying from the principal’s tiny cock.

My own cock exploded. I don’t ever remember shooting such a big load of cum. It just kept squirting out of my long thick boy cock.

I must have made a sound! Suddenly both old men turned toward where I was standing. I reached down and grabbed my clothes and ran away as fast as my young legs would carry me. I didn’t stop to pick up my fishing pole. I did stop to put on my clothes until I got half way to the bridge.

That night after I went to bed I jacked off three times thinking about what I had seen. And I kept wondering if they had seen me? And if they did, had they recognized me?......................................................................................To be continued in Part 2!