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Daddy walked me through the bar and he stopped and talked to some of the men. Then he took me out back and put me down between the two dumpsters. He’d already stripped me down to just them little panties he liked. He told me that they showed off my pussy real good. When the men start comin out for a smoke and piss break, most just hauled it out and hosed me down. Some would put it in my mouth and make me drink it. When they did I’d make noise gulping cause Daddy said that men love hearing a boy chuggin piss.

I come out and he’s settin on his flatbed, no shirt, lightin a smoke. I walked up to him and he said, “Look faggot, I just need my dick sucked. I’m tired, I’m dirty and I want to bust one out. I texted your Dad and got the OK, so let’s see what you can do.”

He walked in and saw me kneeling there. “Your Dad told me there was a toilet down here.” He gave a pull on his uncut meat, kept looking at me. “Where is it son?” I looked up at him and opened my mouth. He smiled.

OK buddy, I’ll take the deal. But only if you come back here now and put my dick in your mouth. No one’s looking, but try to keep quiet. I gotta piss and then I want you to blow me.

Paw Paws neighbor Dwane always seems to come by when he knows I’m there. Married, three kids, two jobs. He just seem to give himself over and enjoy it more than most. He’ll take a seat with my Grandpa, and the two of just start in bull shittin like I ain’t even there. Dwane pushing my face into a hairy, rank arm pit. Really getting me in there where he was sweating. The both of em hearing me huffing on it. He’d strip down to just his boots. Told Grandpa he relaxed better that way. He liked the way my hands felt on his belly when I was sucking him. He’d hold me so my lips was stretched around his root. He liked that I didn’t mind his stink. He liked how I stayed on no matter how deep he humped it when he busted. One time I was nursing on it after a big load and I felt him put a hand on my head. Grandpa told him, “Go ahead.” That man was looking at me the whole time he pissed. He was watching me gulp it, smiling like a kid. Once when grandpa told me to bring his chair over and Dwane saw me getting under it his smile got kinda nasty. Soon as my tongue got up into his ripe shitter he told my Paw Paw he weren’t going nowhere for a good, long while.

Once them warehouse men was done I usually just crawled over to some place and rest. My butt would be sore and my neck too. It was usually Grandpa come over to check on me. Dad and them others would already be working. “Is it hurting some baby?” he’d ask me. I’d look up at him and nod. “Tell me son. Tell Paw Paw what hurts.” I’d tell him it was my pussy hurtin. “That’s right,” he’d say, “bunch of your Daddy’s workers having some fun and a pussy like yours is gonna hurt, probably hurt bad. Men like that enjoy beating up a boys hole.” Then he says, “Show me.” I’d stand up in front of him, bend over and spread my cheeks. “Damn but that sure is some swole up cunt,” he’d say. “Wet lookin too.” I’d hear his pants dropping, and then I’d hear him telling me to just stay where I was.

Dad walked me over with a tight grip on the back of my neck. The two men greeted each other. “I’m just getting finished up with this useless faggot” he said, pausing. He sat very still for a second and then I heard the man under him choke and moan. “But I still got a half hour if your son here needs more learning.” I looked up at my Dad with tears in my eyes. He told me he’d do it. Told me I was on my last chance. When I’d hesitated that morning he smacked me hard to the ground and stood up. All he said then was to put on my shorts. I knew we’d come here. This is where it had started. With this man. Him and Dad talking while his boot smashed my balls. I was crying when Dad finished that first time and they brung me over to a mirror to show me what I looked like. Now I was back. When the man took my hand and walked me to the chair he said, “Your Dad only wants what’s best.”

My Uncle Dave liked showing up just as filthy as Dad usually was. He told Dad how much he liked kicking back and watching me suck all the dried piss and crusty cum out of his jock. Him and Dad would just be drinking, smoking, laughing, talking about the work I was doing. Dad bragging about how good I was getting at sucking them skids outta his boxers. Dave grabbed my head when he heard that and busted big down my neck.

Mr. Cooper just sat back with my Daddy smoking cigars and drinking. He’d brung over all three of his teen age boys so they could try me out. The oldest was hung like his old man and fucked just as hard. At one point I heard my Daddy say, “Goddamn Bill! Looks like these boys is trying to knock my kid up!” And then I heard both of them laugh. As each one finished Mr. Cooper told em to take a seat in front of me so I could clean em up. Once the three of them was done I heard Dad and his buddy standing up and walking over. He said, “OK, boys, now watch me and your old man show you how it’s really done.”

Dad came to my room and told me to go downstairs to the toilet, told me I had work waiting on me down there. I walked in and saw a man sitting on the can looking at his phone. He looked up and said, “Bout time faggot.” He sat back and spread his big legs wider. He pointed to the floor in front of him and that’s where I kneeled. “Your old man is looking for a discount on his next lumber delivery.” He reached down, took hold of his meat and laid it across the porcelain. It was big like my Dads, uncut, and I could smell it. He’d obviously taken a dump waiting for me and I could smell that too. He reached a hand down guiding me to it, and pulled his hood back with his other hand. The stink got worse and I saw where it was coming from. I looked up at him before putting my mouth around his smeg coated dick head. He was smiling. “That’s right cocksucker,” he said. “Come and get your Daddy that discount.”

Daddy has to keep his boy quiet!!!!!!

When my Daddy done it to me that first time, soon as he humped that huge knob of his past my ring I screamed out probably louder than I ever had before. He put a big hand over my mouth and kept telling me it was ok, said it would get better soon, told me how this was the only way to get it done. When he was finally fixin to bust I weren’t even moving no more, just crying. He pulled out till just his head was in me and he got real still. “I want you to feel this son,” he said. Then I felt it start kickin, Dad just kinda grunted and he kept washing my guts with his stuff. When he was done he held me really close and told me how proud he was. He was rubbin my wet hole and telling me what a sweet pussy I had, telling me bout how much he’d been needing one.

Dad had a real good buddy named Bill who’d been a long haul trucker since high school. Sometimes if he was close he’d stop by. Big, hairy, filthy fucker just like my Dad. After talking and passing a bottle with my Daddy for a while, he’d finally say how he could use a boy like me and Daddy would say, “Well, go on then, enjoy.” He’d always walk me into the toilet first, told me it helped him unwind. He’d strip down to just his rancid jock then take a seat. He pull my face into his ripe crotch and have me breathing his stink in. Soon as I felt his mule swelling up he’d have me suck it through his jock. He’d just sit there, a lot of times he’d start taking a shit. I’d just be sucking all his scum through his jock. Moaning cause it tasted so nasty. He sure would take his time.

Mr Olsen said that I was the one who gave him them big teats, but I think they was big back when my Dad first started having him over. Him and Dad would talk for a while, drinking beers, cigars going, and then he’d just pat his lap when he was ready. I’d get up there facing him and squat so his dripping beer can was right up against my hole. He’d take his time gettin it to fit up in me, he had to. I’d get maybe half way down and start whimpering and he’d just pull my head into his chest so I could start nursing on him. I know Dad liked watching him move me up and down on it while I sucked at his fat nipples. When he drove up real hard, pushing me down on it I’d yelp out hollering. Dad would say to him, “Sounds like you found my boys spot. That’s where you’re gonna want to bust.”

Your Dad said I could do you now. He said you were afraid to be seen taking dick out here, so I’m gonna bend you over, and I’m gonna throw a fuck into you that will get you screaming for me to bust. I bet we get a lot of folks looking out them windows seeing what’s up.

Before he dropped me off, Dad told me his pal Dane was just the man to help with some final training. Soon as he got me squared away and took a seat I started getting scared. This man’s hairy shit hole was way more filthy than Dad or Grandpa when they started teaching me.

After you get them feet licked up clean so that strong stink is gone, he’s gonna let you haul out that cunt wrecker and you gonna find that it stinks worse. His big greasy hands been pulling it out all day to piss- well, you’ll know as soon as you get your tongue snaking up into that rank hood to find out what this morning’s piss load tastes like after it been fermenting all day in the hot sun. Enjoy cocksucker.