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Hey Dad. Me and the guys just finished up, so you want me to bring it to the shop or you want me to just pull it up behind the bar? What? Well hell yeah Daddy, boy pussy is always a good change up. A whore is a whore is what the men think. They just appreciate you sending one over every Friday. I think you’re gonna like this one dad, we got that little cunt busted wide open. I know you like a loose, sloppy cunt that you can really beat, so you gonna be in pig heaven. No, the faggot only started crying once so I just sat my big ass down on her face so we didn’t have to hear it. Smells like my shit hole now but you can always just hose her down. Okay, I’ll get going, see you in a half hour.

Is this where them others brung ya? Yeah? You give em blow jobs? You let them butt fuck you? Yeah, Boss said so, said you’d do other stuff too. That right? Boss said we could get nasty with you. Said we could get rough. So you are one fucking nasty little boy whore, huh? Boss told me to try it, said I’d thank him later. Well come on and get my dick in your mouth. Boss says I’m the last one so I can go overtime if I want. Before you get my piss though, and son you’re gonna be gulping a belly full, you need to clean my hood out. Shit, I been smelling it all day myself, so it’s gotta be really rank. I hope you like cheese baby. Not that I care. When you’re done with that I’m gonna pound a fat wad down your neck to top off all that good, hot piss. I think that’s what you need boy, and so I’m gonna give it to you. Hard to believe Boss pays you twenty bucks an hour for this. I bet you’d do it for free.

He turned to me kinda slow hearing me walk in. A big, heavy dick hung out of his fly and he was just finishing his piss. I stared at that mule and watched the flow stop and then drip out of a loose, floppy hood. His booming voice startled me. “You wanna shake it for me boy?” I just looked up at him and nodded. “You need to lick up that piss first.” A strong hand on my shoulder pushed me onto my knees. I leaned over and started to suck up the piss he’d drained across the tile. I heard him laugh. “Damn, bitch! You really are a nasty whore. I guess your daddy wasn’t lying. Well get naked pussy boy and get ready cause I’m about to split that cunt in two.”

“You know you’re getting fucked before we take off, right? I’m going to slam my tall boy up into your cunt, and you’re gonna scream like you faggots always do the first time, and then I’m gonna breed you deep as I can drive till I’m blowing my wad straight up into your guts. I want you to understand what’s coming, I want you feeling it. There’s a towel in the truck for you to sit on. Your little pussy probably be leaking cum the whole way up there. I want you naked. Once we get on the highway put my dick in your mouth and keep it there until we get to the cabin. When your old man and them others come over stay on your knees and keep sucking. I want them seeing what I did to that cunt before the weekend even got started.

“You need to use the can? No, it’s cool dude. I was just seeing him up to be one.”

I was at a sleepover and got up real early to find something to drink. I saw Mr Cooper in the living room with his coffee. He told me to come closer and asked me what I was looking for. He only had these small shorts on and a real big dick was swelling up outta one side. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Is this what you’re looking for? He adjusted himself and pulled it out. “Do you want to touch it son? It’s okay. He flexed it and it bounced just once. I looked at him and he said, “Come and feel how heavy it is. I reached for it and took it in my hand. Yeah, that’s it. It’s a big heavy dick, isn’t it? You are such a good boy. A very good boy. Now put it in your mouth. I want you to keep holding it and try to get the head behind your lips. Good boy. Do you know about cum yet? No? Well that’s okay I’m going to show you.”

My Uncle called for me to come on in there. He’s lightin a smoke, scratching his nuts and giving me a smug smile. I knew what was happening. He said, “Come on, I gotta piss like a mule.” I kneeled down, opened my mouth and looked up at him. He laid his hefty dick head on my tongue and told me to close my mouth. There was a quick blast of it and then it became just that good long morning piss a man really enjoys. I’d started drinking straight off. I had my hands on his thighs to steady myself and I gulped it all down and he watched me the whole time. “Your Dad told me how much you like that. Called you a piss whore. Are you a piss whore boy?” I looked down and nodded. He told me to keep nursing on his fat knob. I looked up again and he said, “Feel me swelling up? Just stretch your lips wider. Good. Now what I’m gonna do is sit here and take a good, long morning shit. What you’re gonna do is slow suck my dick until I rope some nut into your little cocksucking mouth, and then you’re going to swallow. And then we’re finished. Except for one more thing. Do you remember what that last thing is? Tell me, say it out loud. I did and he laughed. After I’d licked his dirty asshole clean he looked at me and said he liked what my daddy had done with me.

Grandpa stood a PBR tall boy next to it the first time cause he wanted me to understand how big and fat that thing was.

No, don’t get up son. Just stay where you are. I need you to do something for me.

Eyes up here bitch, and you can stop that crying. I’ve smacked you around harder than that plenty of times, and that’s what you get for asking me a question. So you watch that shit or I’ll give you a real beating. So we’re outside here cause I expect things is gonna get dirty. A few of these truckers been on the road for over a month. Probably ain’t showered in that time neither. Don’t matter though, does it? You about to show these men what a real whore I got me.

You want the belt again faggot? Then you best get that sweet little cunt outta my truck and follow me right fucking now. Ah shit, don’t start that bitch crying again. Look, there’s only four of them waiting. They’ve only paid for two hours so we both know you can do it. Hell, you took three times as many last night at the truck stop.

You look good there faggot. Where you belong. My son slam a load up that cunt? Hurt? Yeah, my boy’s almost as big as me. Dick like his can really beat up a hole when he gets goin. I’ve watched him fuck. I know. Couldn’t be prouder of him. You really are a stupid bitch if you thought screaming and crying would hold him back. Just makes him fuck harder. He’s a lot like me in that way. Looks like his buddy painted your face with a hose. Probably aimed for that black eye he gave you. I feel like doing something different. I want you to take my belt off and hand it to me. Now grab the railing and stick that ass out. Shut up bitch. Ain’t no one gonna hear you or watch unless it’s one of the guys in there watching the game. I’m gonna beat that ass till you’re begging me to wreak that cunt. You’re gonna get belted until you break. After that you’ll beg me to rail you cause you think it might hurt less. It won’t.

Daddy hadn’t parked the rig more than a couple hours before. I’d been in two cabs he’d pointed out, done what he’d told me and was just setting there next to him when the driver walked over. “Wondering if I could get me some of that.” He was pointing at me. Dad chuckled. Asked the man what he was talking about. “Happened to see your boy there while I was gettin read to pull out. Saw him climb that sweet looking pussy into my buddies rig. He gave me the heads up, said the boy was worth what you was charging.” Now the man was looking at me hard, smiling, pulling on his junk. Dad asked him how long he’d need. “Well, like I said, I was getting ready to pull outta here soon but I got 30 minutes and I ain’t beat me up no boy pussy for a couple weeks. I’d take the whore longer but I’m on a schedule.” I saw dad smile. The man handed over the cash and daddy told me to go on and give the man what he wanted.

Boy, you sure lookin like you been rode hard and put away wet. Looks like you been dripping seed on my porch floor too. You gonna lick that up before you come in for breakfast. What? What’s for breakfast?! GodDAMN bitch, you ain’t too bright are ya? I’ll tell you this, what you’re having and what the rest of us is having is two different things.

Whenever I got home from school and seen my Paw Paws truck out front I’d go running out back to see him right away. He’d always have a cigar going just like my daddy did. I’d learned to like that smell as much as I like smelling his ripe arm pits after he’d had a long day working. I’d get a big hug from him and then he’d walk me up to the porch. He’d watch me strip down slow while he shucked his pants and took a chair. I liked the sound he’d make after I’d pulled his hood back a put it in my mouth. A big hand on my head told me he’d have to piss before I started and that would get a good, deep sigh out of him too. Paw Paw could hold off sometimes until dad got home. Once daddy come walking out he’d take my head in his hands and start slamming down into my neck as hard as dad did. He was just showing off and daddy knew that but he still liked seeing his old man busting as hard as he did.

The seasonal workers on the farm stayed in the old barn across the field. These was some tough sons of bitches who was just there to earn as much as they could in the least amount of time. When dad sent me out there I’d usually have a big load of his up in me cause he knew these weren’t the kinda men who’d even think about getting me ready first. They’d have me ass up with a hand smashing my face into the ground and they’d rail me like they was pissed off about something. They wasn’t the type to stand around watching each other neither. When a man finished I’d just walk to the next stall and kneel down the way they liked. Some of them could get rough. I’d walk home with a black eye more than once in a season, and sometimes a man would take a belt to me before he even started. Dad would just tell me not to worry about it. Tell me how important it was to have these men there for the work.

I loved summer because school was over and dad would take me out on the road with him. He’d explain how this weren’t no vacation. He’d be working and he’d have some hard work for me as well. Of course some days he’d get hot and tired and cranky like any hard working man. He’d finally pull over for the night and right away start working on his logs. I’d learned that this is when my work started. Dad liked doing it out back behind the truck where not many of the other truckers could see. He’d light a smoke as soon as he sat down in the special chair I’d brung out there and grab a cold beer outta the cooler I’d set up. Soon as I was laying down face up and he’d dropped his hairy, stinking ass down my real work would start. I’d spend the first few minutes just breathing him in. He knew how powerful his stink was and he knew I’d be focusing on the job I was about to do. Summers would have him sweating like pack mule and I knew that as I helped him settle down I’d be getting my face marked pretty good. After about an hour he’d be ready to go inside for supper. Dad joked that he could tell how hungry I was just by the way I was licking and how far my tongue got up into his chute. He’d stop and talk with some of the drivers on our way in, his big arm over my shoulder like he was extra proud to be walking his good boy around. I knew they could smell him on me. One time a driver said to dad that it looked like I’d taken a pretty bad skid. Dad laughed and I knew that meant he could see it on me too.