The Coming of Manhood
By FarmerBear

It was Saturday afternoon, and I had the jitters all day long. My mind ran wild as to what was going to happen tonight. I tried to think of what might happen, and all kinds of thoughts came to my mind. Thinking of Mr. Hartman two days ago didn’t help any.

Daddy was going about the farm as usual. It was just another day for him, but I swore I caught a smile on his face once in a while. He did seem to be whistling a bit more than usual though. Guess he was looking forward to tonight’s gathering. I sure didn’t. Well, maybe a little. I was eager to be called a man by everyone. I certainly looked it.

Papa had been out of the shower for about an hour, and he still wasn’t dressed. He made like he was doing things, but they weren’t anything at all. Once in a while he’d let me see him for about ten seconds, and daddy was there in all his glory. He only had his ball cap and boots on, and they were shiny boots at that. Daddy was showing his manhood, too. His big cock was half hard and flopping all over the place. He’d stop and look in the mirror, turn this way and that, then stroked his meat a little to see what it looked like. It was his. Why wouldn’t he know?

I was in the kitchen about five minutes after I took a shower to fix me something to eat. I was still a growing boy and very hungry.

I heard a noise, and there was daddy standing in the doorway with his hands on the lintel, his chest puffed out and his cock was rock hard for the entire world to see, not to mention a big smile on his face. Daddy was a very handsome looking man, all burly and everything. His barrel sized chest made him look fierce and one to have his way – and he did, too, because all he had to do was look at me, and I knew that I had better tow the line or else.

All he said was, "Make your old man proud, boy."

I sure hoped so.

"Eat up, son. Getting close for us to be leaving."

I heard that and hurried up. Off to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then get dressed. Daddy was waiting for me in my bedroom as I walked in.

"You need to be dressed proper, son. Boots, bibs, jock, and ball cap is all. Nothing else." He still stood there as he watched me get my clothes from my closet. I was about to put my jock on when he reached out for me and started to paw me all over. He was very close to me so that I could smell his man smell. His paws went up and down all over my chest and shoulders. Then his hands went down to my crotch, and he cupped my balls and cock in his big hand and smiled. He inched closer and soon his cock was brushing against my groin and dick. He pressed hard against me, rubbing his manhood on mine with his hand still holding my meat package.

"You take after your daddy, son. Nice package you got there."

My cock was becoming firm, and he noticed that. He groped my meat package and it got a little more firm.

"Very nice, son. Show them what you got."

Dad let go, and I continued to get dressed. I put my jock on, and then my bibs while daddy stood there watching me. Finally, I had my boots on and cap.

"You look good, son. Woof."

Daddy walked out ahead of me with his cock in the air rock hard. He disappeared into his bedroom, and came out in a few minutes dressed like me.

We left the house and walked across the west field to old man Federman’s barn. He was an old man in the community that everyone looked up to. I saw him a few times down at the general store, and even for his age he was still something nice to look at. He must have been about sixty-five or so, six feet and two inches tall, nice belly and still a fairly decent build in his upper chest. I could tell that he worked out a lot with weights when he was a lot younger. He had thick forearms, a ton of hair on them, and a bulge in his pants that no one could miss.

After about a fifteen-minute walk we were there. A few lights were on inside and three men inside. One of them was old man Federman. The other two I did not know. They were all big boys, too. It seemed to be the norm around here.

Daddy went in first and told me where to sit down. He went over to the other three, and began to talk to them in a low voice that I couldn’t hear. I sat there on a big bale of hay and tried to look quiet. They talked about five minutes, and then dad came over and sat next to me. The other three men went to sit across from us on bales of hay also.

The second one was about forty-five years old. He was a swarthy looking man with thick leathery skin from working in the sun all day long. He had thick arms that were covered in black hair. A big tuft was sprouting over the top of his T-shirt. He made me think of someone from Russia or something, but I still thought him a huge grizzly type man. His chest was just as big, and he had a huge bulge in his bibs.

The third man was maybe fifty or fifty-five. He still had salt and pepper hair, but a goatee instead of a beard. His weight was at best two hundred and thirty pounds, the smallest of the three. What he lacked in girth, he made up for in smarts. I looked at his eyes and they just starred back, and they saw into my soul if could be. The whole time he just sat there smoking his pipe with cherry tobacco in it. He had bibs as well with a plaid shirt, but his sleeves were not rolled up. I couldn’t tell if he was a hairy fuck, but then most around here were. His crotch though did seem nicely bulging out. I couldn’t tell if he was well packed or just had a hard cock.

Overall, I did notice one thing in common. All of them had well worn spots on the knees of their bibs, unusually worn at that. I was wondering what all everyone was up to in these hills.

The three whispered real low so that I could not hear what they said to each other even though they were only ten feet in front of me. At last old man Federman spoke up.

"We are here tonight to welcome this young man into the fold of adulthood. Admission is not automatic. He must be proven to be a man, and I do mean a male being."

Male? What the fuck was he talking about? Of course I was male. What else would I be?

"We got enough of those fucking effeminate guys wondering around the holler here, and they like to say they are a man. Any decent man looking at them could tell that there was still something wrong with them. They talked the talk, but there was still something wrong in their words. They didn’t say all the right words that only a man would say." This was the German looking guy, Mr. Halberstrom.

Now the third guy spoke up, Mr. Gilbertson. "Now there are man words, and there are a man’s words. No right man talks about sissy stuff, only about a man and how only a man can do it right." I noticed that when he said these words he was rubbing his crotch real good. Looked like his basket got twice the size it was before in just two minutes!

Mr. Federman spoke up again. "We’ve been in this holler for over a hundred and fifty years now, and only real men live here. We plan on keeping it that way no matter what other folk say."

"Boy, come here and stand in front of your elders. Let’s see what old man Hartman has brought us tonight."

I looked at Pa, and he just pushed me forward. This was very strange, and I was a little scared as to what would happen here tonight.

All three looked me up and down. What were they thinking?

Mr. Halberstrom stood up and stepped near me. He walked around me, and breathed real deep and heavy the whole time. He was so close I could smell him, and he had that man smell about him, sweat and bedtime smell at that.

He stopped and put a and on my shoulder. It slowly slid to my shoulder bib strap and he unbuttoned it. My bibs dropped a tad bit, but they still held up. Then he walked behind me and unbuttoned the other one. My bibs fell straight to the floor, and I felt a cool breeze on me.

Now Mr. Gilbertson got up, and he stood in front of me. He pawed my chest real good. That made him give a light moan of pleasure. His hands went down and grabbed my shirt, and pulled it up with one hand while he rubbed the fur on my chest with the other one. Up, up, up came my shirt till he pulled it completely off of me. I felt even more naked than before. My own cock was now beginning to stir in my jock.

The whole time Mr. Federman sat there, and eventually began to rub his own crotch. It was big before. I wondered how much bigger could a man’s cock get?

Mr. Halberstrom was now looking at my crotch as it was beginning to poke out. He grabbed my crotch and started to massage it and grope me all over my crotch.

"Nice piece of meat there, boy. We’ll make it get bigger though," he said with a growing grin on his face to match his own cock I bet.

That didn’t last long, and soon he pulled my jock down and up popped my own cock that was rock hard for some reason.

"Hm. Looks like we might have a real man here tonight," commented Mr. Gilbertson.

"Sure does, Mr. Halberstrom."

"Bend the boy over," ordered Mr. Federman.

"Bend over boy. Pull that jock all the way down, and grab them ankles real good like," ordered Mr. Gilbertson.

A strong hand was on my back as I pulled my jock down and grabbed my ankles good. Something was hidden in the dirt between my feet. A chain clanked as it was yanked from under the dirt and very quickly it was wrapped and locked around my balls very tightly. I was going no where tonight.

"Looking even better there, boy," commented Mr. Federman again. "You’ll do alright with us and get your acknowledgement. Now park yer ass on the dirty ground and take those bibs off, boy, and put them boots back on like a real man would."

I sat down on the ground and started to take them off. Mr. Halberstrom got on his knees behind me with one strong arm around my neck, and another one grabbed my balls, squeezing them like they were in a vice real tight. I got them off, jock and all, then put my boots back on.

"On your knees, boy. That’s where all young men belong, cubs, too, like you."

I got on my knees there in the dirt as one walked in front of me and the other stayed behind me.

"Now lick my boots, boy. Show me that you’re a man. Only a real man can do that," said Mr. Halberstrom.

I licked them. They were very shiny, nice, and beautiful black worker boots. I licked them real good with my ass in the air. My face brushed against his bibs and it felt good, just like it should.

Whack! A paddle was felt on my ass. It stung like hell, but it made me want to lick his boots even more. I increased my attention to his boots and lathered it with my spittle. That made me lick it even more till it was clean from all of the dirt and dust that got stirred up.

Whack!

"I didn’t tell you to slow down, boy!" yelled Mr. Gilbertson. Slow down? I thought I was speeding up. Evidently they wanted more from me. I licked some more and did it quicker. They approved of this, and then they had other ideas.

"OK, boy. Now suck my balls. Show me that you know how a man likes his balls sucked!" Mr. Halberstrom was really getting into it.

Mr. Gilbertson had unbuttoned Mr. Halberstrom’s bibs so that they were at his feet. His own jock was bulging to let loose the force behind it. I pulled it down to his knees and grabbed one huge bull nut. I shoved it hard into my mouth and sucked like hell on it. I pulled on it good to make him moan, too. As one big ball was in my mouth, I grabbed the other one and pulled on it in the other direction.

"Damn!" was all he said as he tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

Evidently I was doing real good now.

I continued to pull and squeeze his balls till a huge glob of precum spat out onto my face. It was such a big one that I though it was cum, but it wasn’t. His cock head rubbed all over my face, leaving a trail of gooey precum for me to clean off later with my tongue.

"I can’t wait any more!" he cried. "Now show yer daddy kin how good you can suck a man’s throbbing cock."

I emptied out my mouth and swallowed his cock to the hilt. It was a fat one for sure. It reached all the way back to my throat and then down my throat, too. My face was buried in his belly and he began to sweat. It dripped on my face and rubbed all over it, too. Sweat. I loved it on a man.

Mr. Halberstrom had both hands on the back of my head after five minutes of sucking his cock, and he was fucking my face now. His hips thrusted back and forth while his low hanging balls slapped my chin, and his fat cock slapped my tonsils. Soon he held my face deep in his belly, and a huge load of cum was deposited in my mouth. I was a good boy, and swallowed it all down quickly.

He let go of my head and had a big smile on his face. My. Gilbertson came over and grabbed my head next. He had just as long of a cock, but it was a little more thicker.

"You know the ropes, boy. Show me you can service me like only a man can."

I sucked and pulled his balls, too. I even bit down and chewed on them to get a bigger howl out of him than Mr. Halberstrom.

"Ah!" he yelled.

"Suck my fat daddy cock, bitch! You know you want it like every man wants it!"

I opened wide and serviced his fat cock. It took a little more effort with it being fatter, but it felt so good to me to feel a man’s pride in my mouth. He face fucked me like Mr. Halberstrom, and gave me a load of cum that tasted saltier than the last load. This time he didn’t let go of my head.

"Hold on, boy. You ain’t done yet."

A stream of hot piss soon erupted from his still hard cock, and poured down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some dripped out onto the ground and both of their boots.

"You fucking lazy bitch. Can’t even drink my man piss fast enough. Guess you’re still needing some last minute lessons."

I was forced down to the ground on my knees by both of them. Mr. Halberstrom dropped to his knees behind me faster than a rainstorm and slapped my ass something fierce.

"Ouch!" I yelled.

"Shut up boy. You need to learn to take it like only a man can do," said Mr. Gilbertson.

Old man Mr. Federman was still there on the bale of hay. He had his hand in his bibs working his own meat real good.

I felt something slimy on my ass that felt like motor oil or grease. I was going to be shitting real easy for a week. His hands spread it all over my ass, balls, belly, my own cock, and then rubbed it real deep between my cheeks. Quickly he slid his fat cock in my manhole and pushed it in fast and hard. I arched my back, but kept my mouth shut this time.

"Good boy. You know when to keep yer yap shut," commented Mr. Halberstrom.

His big body was pounding my ass real well, and my manhole was getting filled deep with man meat. He pushed it in real deep so that I could feel my prostate getting massaged, too. Each time he did it real deep I could feel my own cock dripping lots of precum.

"Look at that mess coming out his cock, boys. This new boy really has a load of precum to offer," said Mr. Federman.

Mr. Halberstrom continued to fuck my ass real hard. His hand was under my belly, pulling my balls to the ground, which were still chained. He squeezed them so tight I thought that they’d explode with cum all over his hands. He pushed hard on my ass, pushing me slowly forward so that now my balls were at the end of the chain, and each successive pounding of my ass pulled on them and they started to hurt like hell.

"Please stop!" I yelled.

"Fuck no, boy. You don’t give the orders around here. You got to learn to take it like a man."

The fucking continued and my ass was getting mighty sore. I gritted my teeth tight and kept my mouth shut.

"A lot better, boy. Shows you know where your place is!"

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck!" yelled Mr. Halberstrom. A huge load of cum shot up my ass like a cannon ball. I tried to get up, but he was holding me down good and one hand on my balls and the other grabbing my hard cock. Mr. Gilbertson had a boot on my back to make sure I stayed down.

"Hold on, boy. Still got one more thing for your ass." With that said, a hot stream of piss shot up my ass and soon trickled down my thighs. Everyone saw it and yelled in delight. Mr. Halberstrom pulled out of my ass, which hurt like hell and stood up, with a huge grin on his face.

Finally Mr. Federman spoke up. "OK, boys. It’s time for the final test." He got up and walked in front of me. His bibs were dropped and his T-shirt came off. What a sight he was! No wonder Mr. Federman was revered by all the men in the valley. He had a cock on him like a big bull. His cock must have been as a wide as a beer can at a good three inches wide. Eight inches of prime beef was sticking high in the air for some hot and hungry mouth to service. His bull nuts were such low hangers that they went half way to his knees, and each one was bigger than both of mine were put together. His chest was like carpet it was so dense and thick.

"You’re a man, my boy, but not yet. You passed the preliminary tests OK, but now comes the final exam. Show old Mr. Federman here what all your young mouth can do for a man." He had the biggest smile on his face, and his mouth was open in anticipation that it looked like he was ready to eat some cock himself.

I untied his boots, both of them, and helped him off with his bibs and sweaty jock. After I got his boots back on, I grabbed both of his tree truck thick thighs and went to town on licking everything from boots up to his thighs front and sides, too. I crawled around on my knees and licked his fat ass real good. I slobbered up my mouth with lots of saliva and pushed it deep between his meaty rumps and continued with it till my tongue was six inches up his manhole. Mr. Federman arched his back and stood on his toes as he let out a loud holler.

"Fuck, boy. You really want my blessing, don’t you? Oh, shit, fuck." He slowly bent over so I could lick his manhole better and deeper. His huge bull nuts were swinging in the air like a balloon in the wind. I grabbed them and yanked on them as hard as I could. I pulled some more till old Mr. Federman actually bent far enough over and grabbed his own ankles. Shit! He was enjoying it big time, and so was I! I reached in front for his thick piece of salami, and I swear it was even thicker now. I pumped it at the same time that I was licking his manhole. Soon my hand was full of the biggest gob of precum I had ever seen or felt. It was so much it must have been enough to fill a beer can.

Mr. Federman stood up with his eyes so wide open and wild it was actually kind of funny looking. He grabbed my head with both of his big hands and slammed his thick cock into my mouth. I strained to open my mouth as wide as possible to get it in. He pushed real hard, and it finally went it. I began to slobber as much as I could to get it lubed up so I could enjoy such a huge thick slab of meat as his was. I sucked as best I could, but Mr. Federman finally had to help me out by face fucking me. His hands were very big and had a hold on my head real good. My mouth continued to water and his beer can cock was sliding in and out easily now. He fucked my face some more and finally a huge load filled my mouth. A massive wad of cum filled my mouth and poured out of my mouth onto his boots. He didn’t stop there. He held my face deep under his belly and filled my own belly full of hot daddy piss. It was very hot and salty, too. After he was done filling me up, I quickly bent over and licked his boots clean.

Still down on my knees and hands, both Mr. Gilbertson and Mr. Halberstrom put a boot on my back to keep me down. I knew what was coming next.

Mr. Federman dropped to his knees behind me with a grunt and a groan, and felt me up. I was still all lubed up with motor oil and ready for a good plowing of my own south forty. He grabbed my balls real good and worked his three-inch wide fat cock into my manhole. I screamed real loud, but all they did was holler that much more. It finally went in and I knew that I’d be sore for a month or more. He fucked and fucked my tight ass with his mammoth sized cock till I felt another beer can load of hot cum shoot up my ass. It shot up my ass so far I swear that I could taste it in the back of my mouth. He held me tight still as he topped off my full ass with hot piss. It was even hotter in temperature than the other two. It was so hot that it burned real bad. None spilled out of my ass as it was so tightly plugged.

He pulled out and ripped part of my guts with it. A heavy wooden paddle was applied to my ass several times.

"What you supposed to say, boy?" Asked Mr. Gilbertson.

"Thank you, sir. May I please have another one?"

And I did. I received a total of eighteen for each year that I was old. They were heavy whacks, too.

All three returned to their bale of hay, still all naked just their hat and boots on and cocks dripping in cum and piss. They sat there rubbing their still half-hard cocks and licking their hands.

Just one last thing, boy. You need to prove to us that you can shoot like only a man can, so front and center. I stood there in front of all three and my daddy. I was still rock hard myself and yearned to drain my own balls. I grabbed my own cock and stroked it as hard as I could. I rubbed my furry chest and belly with my other hand, then stuck my fingers in my mouth as if I had something good to suck on. My balls were aching even more, so I reached down and grabbed them and pulled them down to my knees as far as I could. I had a grimace on my face of being close to unloading my own juice. A few minutes later I erupted a gusher of white cum all over the ground in front of the three men that I had just sucked and drained.

All three held a thumbs up and licked their lips real good. Apparently I had made them happy. Hopefully, I would get a passing grade.

Mr. Federman spoke up, "Well, Mr. Hartman, you got a fine lad there. We’re proud to call him a man after interviewing him. Continue his manly education, and he’ll do well in the community."

"Thank you, gentlemen. I appreciate your time here tonight." He turned to me and said, "Go on home. We still got some things to discuss."

I walked home slowly with a very sore ass. Pa stayed behind for whom knows what, but after walking for five minutes I began to hear more hollering and whacking. Evidently they were going at it some more with each other. Maybe some day it would be my turn to give it out.