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  Butterface

  A Halloween Tale

  By Callie Press

  Copyright © 2015 Callie Press. All Rights Reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction that may contain graphic and explicit depictions of sexual acts and situations, animal sexuality (primarily human), violence, and mature language and themes.

  Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author(s’) imagination(s), or are used fictitiously.

  Any resemblance to actual events, persons, locales, or business establishments, past or present, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art by Mary Bassett, @MaryBassettArtist

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  "Yer all eighteen now, and still ain't got yer peckers wet?" Old Pap said to the group of boys. "You'd best find you some warm wet hole afore Butterface comes and gets ya."

  "Butterface?" Tommy Joe said. "What the hell you talkin' about, Old Pap?"

  "Butterface," he said, spitting out tobacco juice. "Perfect body, and she'll show up one night. Ya cain't resist her none, but once she's got ya in there, she roons ya."

  "Ruins you how?" JimBob asked.

  "Why, right whilst yer at it, she shows ya her real face. And then your brains get roont. That's what happened t’old Luther down’t the store."

  The boys laughed. "Luther got his head smushed by a tractor," Bobby Joe said. "Everybody knows that."

  Old Pap spat again, the expression on his withered old face deadly serious. "Y’mean ever'body tells the young'uns that. Y'all ain't young'uns no more."

  Chapter 1.

  He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Come on, Janie, please?”

  “No, Tommy Joe. Not ‘til I got a ring on this finger.”

  “Well how about a little suck? Nobody’s gonna know.”

  “GOD will know. Even if nobody else does.” Janie’s voice softened. “You know I want to. It just has to be done right and good and all.” She closed her flannel and started buttoning it back up, using it to wipe a trail of perspiration off her bare cleavage. “I knew I shoulda never let you touch ‘em in the first place.”

  “Aw, hell, you know I’m gonna marry you someday,” Tommy Joe said. “Where’s the harm? Don’t get that way.” He grabbed her wrists gently as she was finishing up the buttoning. “At least leave some buttons undone so’s I can get a peek.”

  “You are a sex-mad dog, Tommy Joe,” she said sternly, trying not to smile.

  “Just for you, Janie, oh apple of my eye.”

  She exhaled as if she were exhausted. “Now you’re just being charming so I’ll let you squeeze my titties again, and it ain’t gonna work this time.”

  He changed position against the hay bale, leaning away from her, his long legs stretching out. “Well how ‘bout a little tug, then? That ain’t so bad, is it? You liked it last time you done it.”

  “Yeah and I been feelin guilty ever since,” she said. “I don’t want to go along with your lusts so much you go to hell. What if you get in an accident?”

  “Oh Jesus Christ, Janie, I’d think if I got killed in a accident you’d wished you’d a gone all the way with me when you’re chunkin’ me into the ground.”

  “Please don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” she whispered, then turned her mouth into an insincere, petulant pout. “Maybe I don’t wanna marry you so much after all. I hate the thought of spendin my whole life with you just to be split up forever when we die and you”—she pushed him, smiling, and he chuckled and rolled with her—“end up burnin in Hell!”

  “Well, you could always come along with me you know,” he said, winking at her.

  “Tommy Joe Bar-NETT!” she said, slapping his arm. “Don’t even joke about that! We’re spendin’ eternity together in Heaven or we’re done right this instant!”

  “Oh my stars and garters, it was just a joke!” he said, slumping back against the hay bale and looking up into the rafters of the barn. He stayed in that position even though the hay itched his bare arms terribly. “I’m sanctified and all that, you know it! Hey, I’ll tell you what,” he said, sitting up eagerly and leaning close, breathing in her ear as he continued: “I’ll go to church with you ever time, all month long, if you play with it some.”

  She shuddered at his warm breath and gooseflesh arose on her arm. She peered at him skeptically out of the corner of her eye, not moving away, but not smiling either. “Ever time?”

  “Ever time.”

  “All month? You know I go on Wednesdays too.”

  “All month.” He crossed his heart.

  “And Bible studies on Friday?”

  “Oh come on Janie,” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his thigh.

  “Bible studies too, Tommy Joe.” She rubbed up and down his strong leg, closer and closer to his crotch. “Ever time I go, or no deal.”

  He sighed. “Bible studies too, then. I promise.”

  She smiled and turned her face to his. He wrapped his arms around her and their lips locked. His tongue darted into her mouth fiercely and she rubbed his groin through his jeans, melting against him as he explored her mouth. She broke the kiss and leaned back in his arms, smiling and still rubbing him.

  “I guess a little tug won’t hurt much,” she said, unbuttoning his pants with one hand.

  “Ain’t ever time worth a little kiss too?” he said, smiling his most charming smile as he leaned back.

  “Maybe a lil’ kissin,” she giggled.

  Just as she was starting to tug at his zipper, a voice from below the loft called out, “Tommy Joe! You up there? JimBob and Bobby Joe’s here for you!”

  “God dammit,” Tommy Joe hissed. They both knew his Mama’s voice.

  “Language!” Janie whispered. She leaned right against his ear and told him, “It’s ok baby. I’ll kiss it next time if you stick to the deal.”

  “I’ll stick with it baby, I swear on the Bible,” he whispered back as he awkwardly tried to arrange his erection. It was forcing a lump of his white briefs out so far that he couldn’t button his jeans. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute,” he shouted toward the wide barn doors where his Mama undoubtedly stood. “Tryin to…catch a coon I saw come up here.”

  “Well good, you get it and take it way out in the woods,” Mama hollered back. “I don’t want no coons breedin’ up in there!”

  “I’m tryin Mama,” he yelled.

  “They’ll eat us outta house and home!” she hollered again. Tommy Joe finally got his pants buttoned.

  “I’m gettin’ it!” he almost screamed. “I’ll be down in a minute!”

  The two young lovebirds sat silently until they knew Mama was gone, then shared a chaste kiss before separating. Janie slipped out the far side of the barn to walk home, and Tommy Joe left at a jog on the house side of the barn, where Mama had been standing. He’d forgotten all about meeting his friends to go fishin’ .

  ~~~

  “I’m-a goin for a dunk. So what was you doin’ out in the barn?” JimBob asked Tommy Joe while he dropped his jeans and briefs. JimBob was a beanpole, and his long, uncircumcised penis was both an envy and a joke among all the area youth. He was the only uncut boy anybody knew, and that was only because he had been born at home and his daddy didn’t want to take a knife to him.

  “Good idear, it’s hot as fuck-all today,” Bobby Joe said, shucking off his shirt and starting on his jeans. “So was you out there jerkin’ off?”

  “Naw, chasin a possum,” Tommy Joe said.
He sat his tackle box down and leaned his fishin’ pole against a tree.

  “Oh yeah?” Bobby Joe said. He was what the local adults called ‘stocky’ or ‘corn fed.’ He was the exact opposite of JimBob, with a body like a pear, broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, a prodigious stomach, and no ass to speak of. His short, soft dick was as chubby as the rest of him, and his surprisingly dark testicles looked like two jumbo eggs in a burlap sack. He unthinkingly reached down and scratched them, then pinched the head of his penis and pulled it out a time or two as he continued, “Your mama said you was chasin a coon.”

  Tommy Joe shook his head. “Nah, possum.”

  “I thank you was chasin some pussy, is what I thank,” JimBob said.

  “Yup, reckon you was tryin’ to get Janie to ride your little willie,” Bobby Joe said with a laugh. He was still pulling on his dick, which was starting to swell and harden.

  “Naw,” Tommy Joe said. “She won’t let me ‘til were married.”

  “Yeah but I bet she let you see ever’thin already ain’t she?” JimBob said. He grinned hugely at Bobby Joe. Both of them had their cocks in hand now.

  Bobby Joe grinned back and started to stroke himself. “Hey let’s do a circle jerk, we ain’t done that in ages. You can tell us all bout them titties and ass.”

  “Aww, I ain’t tellin you bout Janie,” Tommy Joe said, his cock stiffening in spite of himself. “She’s gonna be my wife someday.”

  “Oh come on, jist a little,” JimBob said. He was fully erect now and elbow-to-elbow with Bobby Joe, looking expectantly at Tommy Joe as he stroked his own surprisingly long dick. “We all know she’s got them big purty titties, what’s her nipples look like? You ever git to suck on em?”

  “What’n hellfar are you boys a-doin?” came a surprisingly loud voice from behind Tommy Joe. “You three idjits out here a-gayin the fishin’ hole up?”

  The voice came from a vigorous, ancient man who was carrying two buckets in one hand and a cane pole in the other. He had on raggedy overalls, no shirt, and Vietnam-era combat boots. White hair sprouted from under his tattered broad-brimmed straw hat, from his ears, and in a long dangling arc from his chin.

  “Naw, Old Pap, jist talkin about Janie Anderson,” Bobby Joe said, not slowing his stroke a bit.

  “Ah, yuh, she growed up good,” Old Pap said. He set his buckets and pole down, then turned one over and sat on it like a stool. He popped a plug of tobacco into his cheek and then started packing a pipe as he spoke. “Ain’t she your gal, Tommy Joe?”

  “Yessir,” he said. He had never quite started stroking himself, and he waded out into the water to hide his growing erection. “She’s my gal all right, we’re gonna get married someday.”

  “Well you make sure ‘n sample the milk afore ya buy the cow,” he said. “A nice keester and big jugs doesn’t make no woman worth a damn in the marital bed.”

  “What you talkin about, Old Pap?” JimBob said. “I reckon them things is about the most important part of it, to me.”

  Old Pap chuckled and spat, then lit his pipe. He made a production of drawing from it, then exhaling a few poorly formed smoke rings that ended in a mild coughing fit. “So did you two know yer friend JimBob here is still a virgin?” he said with a grin, looking each of them in the eye one after another.

  They gave each other sheepish looks, and then looked back at Old Pap. Tommy Joe dropped in the water to his neck, and Bobby Joe kept stroking his fat cock. JimBob stood there dumbly, his long, hard dick lying at around forty-five degrees and bobbing aimlessly in front of him.

  “Why, ho-lee-shee-yit,” Old Pap said. He looked at each of them once again, right in the eye, then laughed.

  "Yer all eighteen now, and still ain't got yer peckers wet?" Old Pap said to the group of boys. "You'd best find you some warm wet hole afore Butterface comes and gets ya."

  "Butterface?" Tommy Joe said. "What the hell you talkin' about, Old Pap?"

  "Butterface," he said, spitting out tobacco juice. "Perfect body, and she'll show up one night. Ya cain't resist her none, but once she's got ya in there, she roons ya."

  "Ruins you how?" JimBob asked.

  "Why, right whilst yer at it, she shows ya her real face. And then your brains get roont. That's what happened t’old Luther down’t the store."

  The boys laughed. "Dumb Luther got his head smushed by a tractor," Bobby Joe said. "Everybody knows that."

  Old Pap spat again, the expression on his withered old face deadly serious. "Y’mean ever'body tells the young'uns that. Y'all ain't young'uns no more." He stuck his smoldering pipe in his mouth, then stood up and gathered his buckets. “I’mma gonna go on over yonder and catch me some fish. Don’t you boys be a-squirtin’ yer jizzum into this fishin’ hole, neither. You hear me Bobby Joe? I know it’s you does it all the time, I’m-a sick a seein it floatin’ around and I don’t wanna eat no fish what’s et some of it.”

  “Yassir,” Bobby Joe said. His fat, dark penis was extended to its full five inches now and as big around as a soda can. “I’ll squirt it yonder.”

  Old Pap nodded then left as abruptly as he had arrived. He moved quickly for such an old man.

  “Well that’s a load a horseshit if I ever heard one,” JimBob said, slowly stepping into the water. He had apparently lost his interest in the circle jerk, though he was still fully tumescent.

  “Yep,” Bobby Joe said, turning back to the water and still pulling his pud. “And I’m gonna squirt it right here. Watch out JimBob, you’re liable to get hit if’n I thank about your sister much. She’s got them big titties too.”

  “Fuck you Bobby Joe,” JimBob said, turning quickly to make sure he wasn’t about to get came on. Ironically, he started stroking himself again.

  “Well Tommy Joe?” Bobby Joe said. Tommy Joe was always the tie-breaker, since he was as honest as the day was long.

  “She does have some nice big titties, JimBob,” he said, neck-deep in the water, moving away from the other two.

  “Yeah I know it, but you ain’t gotta tell me you’re-a jerkin off to ‘em,” he said.

  “Well, you are, ain’t ya?” Bobby Joe said, stroking quickly now, right at the water’s edge. Then he let out a loud cackle of laughter at himself.

  “Naw, I’m-a thankin bout yer Maw,” JimBob said, stepping closer to Bobby Joe. “She got bigger titties than Susie does.”

  “Aw no, don’t you talk about my Maw,” he said angrily, moving quickly toward JimBob but still whacking his fat, stubby cock.

  “She does have some nice big titties, Bobby Joe,” Tommy Joe said, laughing.

  “Now y’all stop it right now,” Bobby Joe said, finally taking his hand off himself to point at Tommy Joe and then JimBob in one sweeping motion. “My Maw got gray hair, don’t you be a-tuggin yer pecker thankin ‘bout her or I will whup your god damn hide, JimBob Brown.”

  “She got silver hair,” JimBob said, now to his thighs in the water and still pulling his long cock. “Silver like a necklace and she’s still mighty fit, Bobby Joe, oh damn,” and as he approached his friend, he ejaculated a long, pearly rope which hit Bobby Joe’s knee as it ended its arc and sprinkled onto the surface of the water.

  “Oh sumBITCH!” Bobby Joe shouted.

  He dashed the four steps between them and tackled JimBob’s scrawny body into the fishin’ hole. Tommy Joe watched as they submerged and came up, spluttering and wrestling. JimBob was slippery, but they threw and dodged each other closer and closer to shore. Bobby Joe, however, was the superior grappler, and soon had his friend around the neck in a choke hold. They collapsed onto the sandy edge of the water with JimBob face down under Bobby Joe.

  “No Jesus Bobby Joe, stop OWW JESUS!” JimBob yelled.

  “Still thankin bout my Maw?” Bobby Joe said.

  Tommy Joe stepped out of the water and pulled his tightie-whities on. He did a double-take when he saw Bobby Joe’s hips slowly move up against JimBob’s skinny backside. “Bobby Joe, what the
fuck you doin to him?”

  “Owwww Jesus CHRIST Bobby Joe stop it!” JimBob said.

  “I’m-a savin us from Butterface,” he said with a laugh. “He ain’t no virgin no more, are ya JimBob?”

  Tommy Joe drew his jeans on. “JimBob, you ok? Bobby Joe, you ain’t fuckin him, are ya?”

  “Naw, jist the tip,” Bobby Joe said. “Now promise no more thankin bout my Maw when you’re pullin’ your willie!”

  “I promise!” JimBob said, lying still.

  “You mean it?” Bobby Joe said, pushing his hips a little more against JimBob’s backside. JimBob lay there, no longer fighting back, staring at Tommy Joe.

  “I promise! Jesus H!”

  “JimBob!” Tommy Joe yelled, completely unaware of what to do. “Billy Joe, get the fuck off him! JimBob! You want I should whup him?” They all knew Tommy Joe could win a fight against any of them, and probably anybody for miles around.

  JimBob didn’t answer for a moment, then he quietly said, “Naw, Tommy Joe, you go on ahead.”

  Bobby Joe chuckled and shrugged at Tommy Joe, then apparently put the rest of his wide cock into JimBob. JimBob’s eyes widened, then closed, and he said again, “It’s ok, Tommy Joe. You go on ahead.”

  Bobby Joe began a short but steady humping motion and JimBob grunted, then moaned softly. Bobby Joe said quietly, “You like that do ya?” and JimBob said nothing, but nodded.

  “Well I’ll be god damned,” Tommy Joe said to himself, as his two buddies were obviously no longer paying him any mind. “I do believe I’ll do that. Never reckoned I’d see such a thang.”

  ~~~

  Late that night, Bobby Joe was lying in his bed, sweating from the sticky heat and remembering the sweltering afternoon he had just experienced. His pecker got hard thinking about how it had felt to wrestle his naked friend to the ground, how it had felt when his fat dick squished longways between his skinny, wet ass cheeks and their balls smushed together, how it felt when the tip of his big fat dick pushed inside JimBob’s tight shithole and quickly hit something even tighter inside.