Mr. Murphy!

The old farmer lived just down the road from us. Everyone at school said he was queer. When we first moved to Sander’s Spur, I used to walk slowly by his farmhouse hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But usually I just saw his fat wife sitting on the porch. Then one day daddy told me that he was going to farm Mr. Murphy land on halves and that changed everything.

Daddy was over at Mr. Murphy’s house almost everyday. I remember very well the first time I met the old farmer. I was helping daddy set up the planters, we were planting corn. Daddy was setting the hoppers to drop the seed corn closer together as he said it was going to be a dry spring and some of the corn wouldn’t come up.

Mr. Murphy walked up to daddy while we were working on the planters and asked him if he need anything. I just stood there staring at the big old man. And big he was! He towered over daddy. He must have weighed two hundred and forty pounds and stood six feet four. His completion was reddish and he had freckles all over his arms. I will always remember his snow-white hair short-cropped hair and his friendly smile.

“Son, what’s your name?” He asked.

I told him as my eyes moved down to the old man’s crotch. He was wearing a green pair of work pants and the crotch of his pants was almost bursting from the bulge straining the fabric.

“I need some advice about my sows. I got so many that I’m thinking about selling some. Maybe you can help me tell which ones I should keep. Would you come to the barn and take a look at them?” Mr. Murphy asked daddy.

“Sure thing.” Daddy answered eagerly. Then he told me to start planting the corn and followed Mr. Murphy to the huge barn. Well, I loved driving the tractor, especially planting. It was such a challenge to keep the tractor moving in a straight line with the six row planters. So, for a change, I was happy to follow daddy’s orders.

Actually he and I had been getting along better. Yesterday after school, he and I had gone fishing along Big Creek. While we were fishing I had told him of spying on Mr. Jim and Mr. Ballard a couple of weeks earlier. He had listened to me tell how my school bus driver, old man Jim, had fucked Mr. Ballard, the school principal, with his huge pecker. Daddy had listened to my telling of the scene and then when I had finished he pulled his dick out and told me to suck him off. I had gotten down on my knees and took his long dick into my mouth as I stared up into his green eyes. Daddy had even smiled at me while I sucked him off. And even after he came in my mouth, he didn’t call me names as he usually did. So as I drove the tractor I was also wondering if Daddy was going to let me suck him again before we went home.

I had just made my second round when the clicking sound of the planters suddenly changed. I knew from experience that meant problems so I immediately stopped the tractor and went behind to examine the planters. I realized that one of the hoppers was spitting out any seeds. And after a few minutes trying to find the problem, I decided it was best to get daddy, as he would know what the problem was immediately.

I jogged over to the big barn. I could smell the hogs before I opened the barn door. But I didn’t see either daddy or Mr. Murphy around the stall where the sows were penned up and squealing. And just as I was going to go to the house and knock on the door, thinking that maybe they had gone inside, I heard voices coming from an empty stall at the very back of the barn. I hurried over but when I glanced into the stall, I wasn’t prepared for what I found.

Both daddy and Mr. Murphy were buck naked and sitting on bails of hay. They were both playing with themselves. Daddy was jacking his long slender dick while Mr. Murphy watched him while holding the fattest damn pecker I ever seen in his hand.

Suddenly daddy looked over at the entrance of the stall and spotted me.

“What in the hell are you doing spying on us!” He bellowed.

I froze.

“Get you ass in here!” He added.

I quickly entered the stall, half filled with bails of hay.

“Come over here!” Daddy ordered.

I slowly walked over to the two men. Neither had bothered to hide their nakedness from me. In fact old man Murphy was swinging his huge pecker back and forth like he was enjoying me looking at it. And as I approached them I saw the bottle of Four Roses sitting half empty on the floor of the stall. I hadn’t realized that daddy was drinking until I spotted the whisky bottle.

“What the matter? Something wrong with the planters?” Daddy asked totally unconcerned that I had caught him and Mr. Murphy naked and playing with themselves.

I told him the problem.

“I’ll fix it latter.” He said in a less angry tone.

“You dink?” Mr. Murphy asked as he lifted the bottle of whisky and offered it to me.

I glanced at daddy.

“Hell, go on. I know you drink when you’re out with your friends.” He told me.

I grabbed the bottle turned it up and took a big swallow. Then I had to fight to kept from showing how much it burned as it went down my throat.

“Come on and pull your clothes off.” Mr. Murphy urged.

Again I glanced at daddy.

“Do as he says.” Daddy ordered. He took the bottle from me and drank a big swallow of the whisky. “He’s a pretty good fuck.” Daddy told Mr. Murphy. “Walt and I fucked him a couple of weeks ago” Daddy added. “Mr. Murphy is queer like you.” Daddy turned to me and said.

I glanced at Mr. Murphy. Not only was he playing with his pecker but also with the other hand he was fingering his asshole. The old farmer looked from me to daddy and then said. “Fuck me while he watches.” And with those words the old farmer got down on his all fours with his big white, freckled ass turned in daddy’s direction.

“Take you clothes off!” Daddy told me as he got down on his knees behind the old farmer ass.

Then as I stripped naked, I watched my father spit on his dick and pushed the head of it into the old farmer’s asshole. Mr. Murphy arched his back as he took daddy long dick. But I couldn’t help but staring at the old farmer’s huge pecker. It was hanging down so far that the head of his pecker was touching the floor as he stood on his hands and knees while daddy fucked him.

I enjoy watching my small hairy father fucking the big old farmer. Daddy kept telling Mr. Murphy that his asshole was as good as any pussy he had ever fucked.

Then I got down behind daddy and started playing with his low hanging balls while he pumped his dick in and out of old man Murphy’s big asshole.

I got so hot that I did something that I had never done before, I started kissing the cheeks of daddy’s ass. Then I moved between the crack of his ass cheeks and started tonguing daddy’s asshole while squeezing his balls. This caused daddy to start moaning even more than old man Murphy.

Somehow I managed to get my tongue into my father’s tight asshole. The taste was tangy. But the silky texture of the inside of his ass caused me to reach my tongue even deeper into my father. He started hunching my face even as he fucked Mr. Murphy. Then suddenly daddy stiffened. I knew he was cuming. I also knew that he would suddenly be angry with me. So, I stopped tonguing his asshole and got up and retrieved the bottle of whisky and took a big drink.

Sure enough daddy gave me a hateful look but because Mr. Murphy was there he didn’t start calling me names as he usually did after having sex with me. He just snatched the bottle of whisky from me and took several swallows. Then he hurried to put his clothes on.

I started to get dressed but daddy said. “No, you stay here. I don’t want you around the tractor with me.” Then he stalked off.

“Your father is a strange one.” Mr. Murphy said as he got up and sat back on a hay bail. “He came over here one day and said he wanted to talk to me about farming with me. Then he started rubbing his crotch until he got a hard on. He’s been fucking me ever since. But I think he does it just so he can farm my land.” Mr. Murphy took another drink from the whisky bottle daddy had left behind. “He never told me he was also fucking his son.”

I lowered my head.

“You like to get fucked?” Mr. Murphy asked as he grabbed his huge dick and started waving it back and forth like he had been doing when I first spotted them.

I just looked at his huge pecker and didn’t answer. It reminded of me Mr. Jim’s except Mr. Murphy’s wasn’t as long. But is was even fatter than Mr. Jim’s.

“Come over here and get down on your all fours and let me fuck you.” Mr. Murphy ordered. “I like to get fucked but I also like to fuck too.” He added.

I did as Mr. Murphy asked. Then I as looked out the door of the stall, I spotted daddy peeking inside. He’s spying on us. He wants to see me getting fucked. I couldn’t help myself. That thought that daddy was watching us excited me almost as much as thinking of Mr. Murphy’s big dick.

Then suddenly all thought of daddy watching fled my mind as Mr. Murphy pushed the head of his enormous pecker against my asshole. Damn! It hurt! But I didn’t tell him to stop. I wanted the old man’s big pecker inside of me. I wanted to be his. To belong to him.

“Oh!” I couldn’t help but cry out as he forced the oversized head of his pecker into my young asshole. The pain made me attempt to pull away. But the old man grabbed my hips and held me in place as he forced more of his pecker inside of me.

Then, in spite of the pain, I found myself looking for daddy again. He was now standing in front of the stall door naked. That shocked me as he had just shot off. But there he was jacking his long dick.

Mr. Murphy spotted daddy. “Come back and join us.” He called out as he sent another four inches of fat pecker into me. “Jack him off while I fuck him.” Mr. Murphy told daddy. “Come on and jack your boy off while I fuck him.”

Daddy shocked me by entering the stall again. And then he knelt down beside me and reached under my belly and grabbed my big fat dick. The touch of my father’s rough hand on my soft cock flesh thrilled me from head to toe. Daddy had never touched my dick before!

Then he started jacking me so hard, pulling back my foreskin until it hurt, that I cried out. But I didn’t tell him to stop. I loved the touch of his hand on my dick. I just endured the pain.

Daddy seemed fascinated watching Mr. Murphy’s huge pecker prying opening my asshole. “Give it all to him. Ram it in. He can take it.” Daddy called out as he continued to jack my dick painfully hard.

Mr. Murphy did as daddy told him. He rammed the last few inches of his massive pecker into me causing my back to arch from the enormous amount of dick inside me. Then as daddy egged him on, the old farmer started fucking me brutally hard and fast.

I loved it. I loved daddy watching Mr. Murphy rape my asshole. I loved daddy jacking me so hard that it brought tears to my eyes.

Then daddy pushed his dick into my mouth as he continued to jack me. I devoured his dick. I sucked him like crazy as both men worked on me. I had never known such pain and pleasure at the same time.

Then Mr. Murphy was cuming in my ass and daddy was cuming in my mouth. I shot off on daddy’s hand. When I finish cuming daddy pulled his dick out of my mouth and held his cum laden hand to my lips for me to lick my own cum. I did it as Mr. Murphy pulled his pecker slowly out of my asshole.

“Damn, Howell, your boy is a good fuck!” The old farmer said as he grabbed his clothes and started dressing.

Daddy didn’t say anything as he retrieved his clothes. When I was dressed daddy said. “Let’s get back to work. See you later, Mr. Murphy.” Daddy paused to pick up the whisky bottle. “Mind if I take this along?” He asked.

“Be my guest. My wife will not allow me to drink in the house anyway.” Mr. Murphy said as he turned hand headed in the other direction.

Daddy turned the bottle up and almost finished all but a swallow of the whisky. He then handed the bottle to me. “Here.” I finished it off. “How did it feel getting fuck by his big pecker?” Daddy surprised me by asking.

“It hurt, but it felt wonderful at the same time.” I answered as I tossed the empty whisky bottle to the ground.

“He got the fattest peck I have ever seen.” Daddy said slurring his words. “Hell, I bet your mama couldn’t even take his pecker.” He added. “And hell if you don’t have a fat dick too.” Daddy said.

“I guess so. But yours is longer than mine.” I told him as I enjoyed the change in his mood. Even since he caught me having sex with Walt he had treated me like dirt, while still having sex with me. The sudden change in him made me tingle warmly inside.

“Hell with this planting. Let go down to the old shack. I bet Walt is there half drunk. The three of us can have some more fun.” Daddy suddenly said.

...................to be continued.........