zortrana (zortrana) wrote in qaf_bunnies, @ 2008-06-15 08:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic response, fics |
Title: Little Twink on the Prairie
Author: zortrana
Author’s notes: I can’t write porn; even when the scene is already written! Plus, Laura Ingalls Wilder didn’t really give us much information on that subject in her books!
Rating: R
Warnings: Unprotected sex
Chapter 4
Justin changed out of his school clothes and into his work clothes, sneaking a look at his pecker. He was sure that it would have looked different after the experiences of the afternoon; however, it seemed unchanged. Half-pint daydreamed through his chores and through dinner, until Pa began to tease him. “You sure got your head in the clouds, Half-pint! I’ll bet you’re dreaming of some sweet girl at school!”
“Craig!” Ma said, shocked. “Justin is far too young to be having thoughts like that! He’s just a boy!”
“Hmmf,” Pa replied.
“I was thinking of something.” Half-pint said, suddenly inspired. “There’s not much to do around here until the fall harvesting and haying and I was thinking of looking for some work in town. I could ask around tomorrow after school.”
“Oh, Justin, no. You’re too young to be working in town among strangers.” Ma was worried.
“Nonsense, Jennifer,” Pa replied. “If the boy wants to start earning some cash, then I say we let him.”
Since Pa had spoken that was the end of that. Tomorrow, Half-pint would look for work, starting with a visit to the Kinney boys’ feed store.
Justin woke early the next morning with his pecker in a terrible state. He hurriedly pulled on his britches and headed to the outhouse. He closed his eyes and then his fist around his pecker. As his hand moved, he felt Manly’s hand, and remembered the sight of the man’s muscles moving beneath his skin. Justin came so hard; he was dizzy and breathless afterward.
As he tried to catch his breath, Justin thought about the events of the previous day. Half-pint was pretty sure what was meant about Manly taking a poke at Miss Peterson. He’d seen how Spot got with calf after all. In fact, he watched fascinated as the Nelson’s bull took care of the matter in the pasture on the banks of Plum Creek. He had also heard his Pa grunting in the middle of the night and Half-pint knew that he and Molly were the result of activities like that.
But how would Manly take a poke at Justin? Half-pint was sure that was where things were leading before they were so rudely interrupted. Justin’s hand slid around back to his hole. Surely, Manly’s huge pecker wasn’t going to go there! Was it? Justin carefully slid a finger in; just then his Ma called his name and he straightened his britches up and headed into the shanty.
Meanwhile, over at Manly’s claim, he was engaged in similar activities: stroking his pecker, while visualizing a beautiful, panting, blond with a great ass. Manly decided that a trip to town was required again today.
The school day passed uneventfully. Miss Peterson smiled when Half-pint and Molly arrived, but never really met Justin’s eyes. She immediately stopped any misbehavior on the part of Willie Oleson. Half-pint had to admit that he liked knowing Miss Peterson’s secrets--it made for a stress-free school experience. And Justin knew, he just knew, that when the school day was over, Manly Kinney’s fine horses would be tied up outside the feed store.
Sure enough, the horses were there and Justin could barely contain his excitement as he reminded Molly to walk straight home and no cutting through the Big Slough. As soon as she was out of sight, Justin walked right into the feed store, right back to the bedroom door. Taking a deep breath he opened it and was confronted with the heavenly sight of Manly Kinney lying on his back, stroking his immense pecker. Half-pint was filled with wonderment, as if he had seen the face of God.
Justin’s clothes disappeared in a wink of an eye and soon he was naked on the bed with Manly. Manly stared appreciatively at the boy’s smooth white skin, and firmly rounded ass. He leaned toward Half-pint and kissed the full, delectable lips.
“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted yesterday?” Manly inquired, lifting an eyebrow at Half-pint.
“I think,” Justin replied breathlessly, “that you were about to take a poke at me.”
“Ah,” Manly nodded, “I believe you are correct. Put your legs up on my shoulders.” Half-pint complied quickly. “That’s it.”
“Wait,” Justin said. “I don’t think I learned in school exactly how this works.”
Manly smiled, “You’re about to have a real life demonstration.” Manly took Half-pint’s smaller hand and rubbed it into the come leaking from his dick. “Smear it all over my pecker.” While Justin was doing that with growing enthusiasm, Manly smeared more of the stuff into Justin’s hole and then positioned himself against it.
Half-pint looked at him trustingly, “Just go slow,” he asked. Manly pressed in and Half-pint groaned. “It hurts, does it always hurt?”
“A little bit, but that’s a part of it,” Manly replied. “Now relax, I want you to always remember this, so that no matter who you are ever with, I’ll always be there.” Manly continued to press into Half-pint’s bubble butt and soon Half-pint was swept away in waves of pleasure and passions. And ooooohh, sometimes Manly hit a spot that made Justin’s toes curl. What was that? Justin squirmed and pressed against Manly begging him to do it over and over.
All too soon, Half-pint was coming all over Manly again and with a groan and a shout Manly came too. He collapsed on the bed next to Justin, breathing hard and covered in sweat. Half-pint snuggled close and Manly scowled, but didn’t move.
“Are you going to help raise the baby?” he asked. Manly wondered if the blond ever stopped asking questions, but answered calmly.
“Me? No way, the munchers are. I’ll just be around to provide the manly influence so important in a young boy’s life.”
Justin filed “munchers” away with the list of words that he was learning and needed some further explanation of. He then forgot about his expanding vocabulary as Manly’s strong hands had begun to travel over his body. Then Manly planted a passionate kiss on him and slipped his tongue into Justin’s mouth. After a moment of this kissing, Half-pint looked down and was startled to see that both his and Manly’s peckers were springing to life again. He looked up at Manly in awe.
“You up for one more?” Manly inquired.
After another round of poking and questions, Half-pint and Manly struggled off the bed. Manly went to the wash basin and wet a cloth. He was carefully cleaning up Justin and dressing him when they heard the door to the feed store open.
“Now what the fuck?” Manly snarled.
Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and a small dark-haired man about Manly’s age stood looking at them in surprise.
“Brian, isn’t that the same twink Mel told me you were with yesterday? Didn’t you get enough then?”
Manly left Justin to pull on his own britches and finish dressing and he draped his arm around the dark-haired man and walked him back to the feed store. “Mikey,” he said, “There is no such thing as enough.”
Manly then gave the man, Mikey, a gentle push. “Go home, Michael,” he said.
“But you were coming over for dinner tonight! Ma is expecting you at the Hotel.” Mikey protested.
“She’ll live. I’ll be over tomorrow instead.” Manly replied, giving the man a peck on the cheek and motioning him toward the door.
“Dinner!” Half-pint exclaimed. “I’ve got to be home by then.”
Manly shrugged. “I’ll give you a ride most of the way.
Half-pint and Manly climbed in the wagon and they were off. Justin was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride as he tried to digest all that had happened. Manly pulled up Prince and Lady just out of site of the shanty.
“When can I see you again?” Justin inquired anxiously.
“You can see me now.” Manly replied, hopping out of the wagon. Half-pint jumped down too.
“I mean, later, like tomorrow night!”
“Who knows where I will be later.”
“But I want to see you again!” Justin exclaimed.
“You can see me in your dreams.” Manly replied and climbed back up into the wagon. “Giddy-up,” he clucked to Prince and Lady. Justin watched in dismay as the wagon disappeared into the gathering darkness.
Next time on Little Twink on the Prairie, Daphne invents stalking…