West Virginia Hillbilly Cock Lover

In our growing up days back in the last century I lived with my mother and grandparents in the old farm house in West Virginia. My uncle and his wife and kid, ART, who was about my age lived a mile or so away. He was a mechanic and owned a repair shop and used car dealership. He was known around town and had a reputation.

As we grew up it became more and more evident that ART had a bigger dick than I did. My mother reminded me that size doesn't matter, any girl, every girl took what she got and made the best of it. But as a young man I was impressed and ART swung it around to impress me. I won't deny that I was impressed and was hung up on his dick. I wanted a dick like that, and when ART swung his dick at me up close and swatted my face with it I didn't flinch or move, I took it like a man. ART liked to grab my dick and his and hold them together, so I could see who had the bigger dick. It felt real good when he grabbed my dick and I liked being naked with him.

But that was teenage stuff. The rumors were everywhere, ART had inherited his father's package. Everyone knew about ART's father, what girl in town hadn't thought about it more than once. Now ART had it, and the girls waited.

ART got into body building, and he wore these extra small speedos, his dick clearly visible, especially when he was all wet and sweaty. When it happened, now and then, that ART would rub his dick all over my face and across my lips, well my small dick got hard and I pulled on it and got my pants wet. ART loved making me cum like that. And he loved grabbing my dick in his hand and rubbing his dick against mine. When they were both hard, it was truly embarrassing how much bigger ART's dick was, but I could always hold it up to my face and rub my face with it. It should not go without saying, but I followed ART everywhere and I picked up after him. ART was my boyhood hero.

ART left our small community and went down into the flatlands and got a job dancing for Chippendales. Alone on the farm I had to content myself with watching other males. My mother had figured out what was happening and she hooked me up with her friend's daughter, Samantha. Samantha was a girl who had ideas, like ideas that she was the boss and I was hers to boss around. She went about ball busting me and I got married.

Meanwhile, ART had found himself a toyboy, a slim little joker named DAVID. Except went it came to it, DAVID did the fucking and ART bent over. All that horsepower for nothing. That made me happy. every time I had to fuck Samantha, I knew ART was getting his ass reamed. At least I hadn't become queer like he did.

But time goes by and ART went to New York as a male stripper and dancer, and his little buddy DAVID kept him in line. I went to work for this munitions outfit and became line manager, just like Samantha wanted. Samantha didn't have a dick, but she wanted one, and I had to content myself with her rubbing her clit all over my face.

At the plant I met a guy who asked me to go hunting. We went looking for deer out in the back country, and he showed me his dick when he was peeing. I let him rub his dick across my face and I licked the pee of his dick tip. I got down on my knees out there in the trees and sucked him till he came right in my face. That night out there camping I got my first out and out ass fucking. Well I wasn't all that surprised that I was queer and I liked it. I loved it.