He got up and I followed him to the bedroom. He turned as I entered and shut the door behind me, his eyes glinting in that way I had learned signaled his desire. He undid my tie and whipped it off, then unbuttoned my shirt, slipping a hand inside and pinching one of my nipples. He grinned when I jumped, bent and took the same nipple into his mouth. I could not restrain a grunt of pleasure, running my hand through his wiry locks.
Gary turned me around and pushed me onto his bed, a mattress and box spring thrown on the floor. He kissed me again, his hands pinning mine to the mattress. It was as if the pent-up emotions of the past months were pouring out of his mouth all at once. I freed myself and threw my arms around him, responding to his passion. He finally withdrew for a moment and I stared into his wild eyes.
"I thought we were going to get naked," I said.
He nodded wordlessly, sat up and began taking off his clothes. I did the same. Then he came at me again, kissing my body all over, working downward until he took my cock in his mouth. Propping myself on my elbows, I lifted my head and watched him suck me, hard and with concentration, sliding up and down on my shaft with tightly sealed lips, pulling my balls just hard enough to tighten the skin on my shaft and heighten my pleasure. I felt the cum start to gather in my balls.
"I'm going to shoot if you keep doing that," I told him.
Gary stopped sucking me in response.
"Not yet. This load's for me, bud." He sat up and reached past me to the cinder block he kept by the head of the bed as a nightstand. He pulled the tube of K-Y out and squeezed the lube out onto his hand. Then, to my surprise, he grasped my cock and slickened it. As I started to protest, not wanting him to jack me off, he again stopped. This time he reached behind him with the same hand. My eyes widened and Gary smiled. He saw that I had figured out what he was up to.
He straddled my body, his knees on either side of me, took hold of my cock again and positioned it between his cheeks. I felt it pushing against his hole and then, all of a sudden, the heat of his innards as the head slid in. At the same time, Gary said "Shit!" and a grimace of pain crossed his face. I took hold of him with my hands to stop him from descending further. Gary looked at me, twinkling despite the hurt.
"Don't worry man, I'll be okay. It's just been a while, that's all." In a moment, he began to push down with his body until his butt was pressed firmly against me. Gary's eyes were closed, his mouth open, his face upturned with pleasure.
"God, that's great," he whispered, as he began to slide up and down on my cock.
I was giddy myself at the sensations he was drawing from me, squeezing with his ass muscles as he continued his motions. That's a picture of Gary that will stay forever in my mind--my tough working man, who had never let me top him before, on his knees riding my cock, jacking himself off in rhythm with his downward thrusts against my pubes. His blue eyes had lost their glitter and were veiled with pleasure, his mouth hung half open, his breathing was quick and shallow. I reached up and began to tease and squeeze his nipples and he closed his eyes again.
"Yes Tom," I heard him breathe.
I began to feel another climax approaching. Gary had an uncanny way of sensing this and slowed his movements.
"Oh no," I protested and he grinned in his usual mischievous way.
"Not yet, bud," he said, and lifted himself completely off of me.
"Hey, where are you going?" I asked.
He turned onto his back onto the bed at my side.
"Come and get it man, I want you on top."
I needed no further urging as I knelt between his legs, grasping his ankles and spreading them apart, quickly pushing into his stretched hole. No longer interested in prolonging our coupling, I began to drive into him fiercely. Gary's eyes shone again as he took the force of my assault, his hand pulling on his own cock.
"That's right, fuck the shit out of me man, fuck me, fuck me...."
His whispered words drove me to frenzy.
"Take it, Gary. Take my cum up your fucking hot hole. Take it... Oh god... HERE IT COMES," I shouted, as I felt myself go past the point of no return, the cum rush up from my balls, through my dick and deep into his gut. No more words came from me, only hoarse cries as I dumped what felt like gallons of sperm into his ass. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes and saw the last few spurts from Gary's dick landing on his stomach.
I bent downward and kissed him. Our tongues tangled together sensuously, still passionate but tired as well. I licked some of the cum off him, then let myself slip out as I stretched out full length on his body. We lay in each other's arms as our breathing slowed.
I finally raised my head and looked at him.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"Let me top you. You never let me do that before."
He shrugged.
"Changed my mind. Wanted to know what it felt like with you."
"So what did it feel like?"
He glared at me in mock annoyance.
"You have to ask? Let me up, I have to go get dinner started." He wriggled out from under me and started to head for the bathroom.
I sighed inwardly.
"Gary, I don't think--"
He turned and I expected his wrath to descend. Instead, he simply said, "Please Tom, stay and eat, would you?"
This was so unlike him that I could think of nothing to say except, "Okay."
Dinner was tasty as usual, but I wondered all the while what was going on. I watched Gary as he ate a slice of the apple pie he had baked for dessert, cutting a bite with his fork and putting it in his mouth. He finally looked up and said, "Never seen a guy eat before?"
"What's going on?" I said flatly.
He finished chewing his bite, swallowed it, put down his fork and looked at me.
"Tom, I'm really glad you called. Thought I might not get to see you before--"
"Before what?"
"Before I left town," he said.
I tried to comprehend what he had just said.
"You're--leaving?"
"Yep. Got a job offer from a cousin I have in Tallahassee to come manage some apartments he owns for him. It's steady, the pay's better than what I get now, and I get to live rent free in one of the units on site."
"When?"
"Lease is up at the end of the month, so in three days I have to pack up my stuff, load it in the pickup and off I go. This is a furnished unit so none of that is mine anyway."
I struggled with the hollow feeling that was spreading inside me, and the lump that was forming in my throat.
"I don't believe this."
Gary shrugged.
"Tom, it's not like I'm your partner or anything."
It was true, but.... How could I say what I felt to Gary when I could barely understand it myself? Somehow during the time I'd known him he'd become more than just a hot number. Now, I was losing him.
Some of this seemed to be going through Gary's mind as well. He shifted uncomfortably in the shabby kitchen chair, turning to one side.
"You know, I used to go crazy when weeks went by and you wouldn't call back. I'd tell myself, why are you letting him get to you, he's just a jerk who's crazy for your cock...."
I found my voice.
"Gary, it was more than that."
"Well," he replied, "me too. I cared for you. Guess we both let things get a little out of hand."
"I treated you like shit."
Gary smiled in his crooked way.
"What else could you do? I'm just a trick, man. I knew that. It's okay."
He had seen through me again, as he always had. I got up and went around the table. Kneeling in front of him, I laid my head in his lap and put my arms around him. I thought I would cry, but the tears wouldn't come. The anguish remained tight and hard, locked inside my chest. Gary stroked my hair.
After a while, he said, "Better go, it's late." I nodded and stood up.
"Do you have an address where you're going?" I asked.
"Sure. Come an
d visit if you're ever in the neighborhood." Gary got up and picked up a pen from somewhere.
"Got something I can write on?"
I took a business card out of my wallet. Gary put it on the kitchen table and printed neat characters on it. I had never seen his handwriting before.
"The number is my cousin's. He'll be able to tell you mine when I get a phone."
I took the card and put it back, and gave him another copy. I knew I probably never would write or call, and Gary knew it too. Still, it was better than just saying good-bye.
He walked me to the door. I turned and put my arms around him one last time. He hugged me back and kissed me lightly.
"Drive safe now, guy," he said.
"You too," I answered, then quickly let myself out.
It's been over a year since that last evening. How can I explain what Gary was in my life? He was not my lover, but he was more than just another trick. I miss him, I know that. I miss his blue eyes, his crooked grin, the urgent touch of his rough hands. He surprised me one last time, sending a postcard to my school mailbox a month after he left.
"Got here in one piece," it said.
"Come and visit." Gary, you never know. I just might do that.
Small Holding
I was sitting up in the big double-bed reading the 'The Farmer's Weekly'.
"Don't hog all the space", said my older brother Bert. He joined me under the bed clothes and then arranged my skinny body to his satisfaction. I felt his massive organ slide between the cheeks of my arse, until it pressed against my brown hole. I bit my lip while his fleshy monster penetrated the hot, tight tunnel. When it reached my love-nut I relaxed and he pushed on, cramming my rectum with his man-meat.
We were both highly respected members of our small community. Bert was 26, muscular and fit while at 18, I was the runt of the litter. At the end of the war our parents had been killed in a tragic accident so Bert was all the family I had.
The bed springs squeaked as they did most nights. Petroleum jelly might have helped the penetration and made his hard thrustings a bit more bearable. Bert never thought to use it.
I was ideal for the role of 'cunny-boy', as Bert called me, because my penis was useless.
Bert had no problems in that area. He was a sexual athlete. His heavy thighs pounded against my tender twin-orbs and I knew he'd shag me hard and long.
It was strangely peaceful, though, servicing my big brother in that most intimate of ways. There was no affectionate kissing or cuddling, just the stronger animal rutting the weaker one. While I was working around the farm Bert would often seek me out. He'd unbutton his flies and unleash his smelly, uncut monster for me to suck until he squirted a big load of his man-seed down my aching throat. Yes, Bert was definitely the boss and I was just his cunny-boy.
Right now the only sounds were the bedsprings, the slap of flesh upon flesh and Bert grunting. His big stiffy stretched my fundament and it hurt no matter how many times he did it to me. Finally, I felt him swell and then his seed sprayed the walls of my rectum.
Bert turned on his side while I got out of bed and squatted over the big chamber pot until I had expelled all his spent-seed. I wiped myself clean with a page from an old magazine. When I got back into bed again my brother was fast asleep.
I toiled hard, working the farm in all weathers. Bert did the paper work. He'd help outside if strangers were on the farm, but, apart from that, I was on my own.
This particular day I was in the barn. It was the middle of winter and light snow was falling outside. I was busy sharpening axes and the other bladed implements when Bert burst through door.
"I thought I told you to check the fence on the back paddock", he bellowed.
"I will, Bert", I whimpered. "Just as soon as it stops snowing".
"Get them down". Bert started unbuckling his belt.
"What", I stammered.
"You heard me. Idling in here when you are supposed to be in the back paddock. I'll teach you to disobey me". He folded the belt with a snap.
It was useless arguing with him so I unbuttoned my braces and let my trousers fall to the ground. I eased my underpants down and bent over the work bench.
Slowly and methodically, Bert lit a fire in my arse with his belt. He'd leathered me often but this had to be the worst. There was a spite in Bert that made him want to hurt. My backside was in flames and I was sobbing like a little boy before he quit. His finger penetrated my anus and was then withdrawn.
"Keep your cunny tight for me", Bert ordered. "I'll have that tonight".
Given the foul mood he was in I knew that before he was done my arse would be as sore inside as it was out.
He slammed the barn door behind him. I lay there, the rough timber of the work bench holding me up. Hot tears ran down my cheeks. My buttocks were boiling hot so I stayed as I was, letting the cool breeze fan the scorched flesh.
Much later I got dressed and decided I'd better check that fence. When I walked out of the barn Bert was lying on the ground. Now, growing up on the farm, I'd seen death often enough to know if an animal was dead or not. Bert was a dead man.
I ran down the track to the road and across to our neighbors, the Pearsons. Will Pearson answered the door and I told him Bert was dead. The rest of the day was a blur. Police came to the farm. The local doctor certified that Bert was dead although anyone could have told him that. The undertaker removed the remains to his Chapel of Rest.
"What happened to Bert?" I asked Sergeant Gilroy of the Police.
"Well, son, it was a terrible accident. Your brother slipped on some ice and fell back onto a a sharp prong on a plough outside the barn". He looked at me kindly. "There was nothing anybody could have done for him".
The womenfolk of the district supplied me with hot meals. We had a church service and Bert was laid to rest in the boneyard. The grave diggers hurried to fill in the hole before the ground froze. My backside still throbbed a bit from that leathering Bert had given me.
Mr Mirams the solicitor called into the farmhouse. Bert had left everything to me in his will. There was a problem because I was only 18 years old and so not legally entitled to inherit until I was 21. In the meantime, the farm was to be run by a manager.
That night, in bed, I scratched a scab on my buttocks and thought of Bert. Tears flooded my eyes and grief overwhelmed me. Sure, Bert had been selfish and worse. But he'd been my brother. It was so lonesome in bed without him. I cried myself to sleep, my head resting on Bert's pillow which was soaked with my tears.
PART 2
The everyday routine of working on the farm probably stopped me from slipping into the abyss of depression. The solicitor sent a procession of men who he thought would make good farm managers. I was looking for another Bert and rejected all of them.
Then one day a young traveler arrived at the farm house. It was almost dusk. His van was full of kitchen utensils and haberdashery. I didn't need any of the goods he had to sell and he looked a bit dejected when I told him that.
"Look, I'll be having my dinner shortly", I said to him. "Just plain tucker but good and hot. Why don't you stay and have a bite to eat with me?"
His eyes lit up.
"Thanks, Mister!"
"Call me Cecil. What's your name?"
"Sid".
We shook hands and went inside the house. I poked the fire in the coal range and got a good fire going. The casserole which had been simmering on the range would soon be ready to eat. A thought struck me.
"Would you like to have a bath, Sid? There's plenty of hot water".
"Do you mind?"
"Of course not".
"I can't think when I last had a bath. Mind you, I top and tail every morning. I wash my face first, then my bum - and the wedding tackle". He glanced at me. "I'm very particular about my hygiene".
"I'm sure you are, Sid. It would be a pity to waste all the hot water though".
I showed him the bathroom which was just off the kitchen.
"I'd better go to t
he lavvy first".
He went outside and walked down the path to the toilet. After a while he returned with some fresh clothes from the van. He disappeared into the bathroom. Soon, I heard the sound of running water.
There was something about Sid. He looked younger than me. I sensed an inate gentleness about him.
I set the table and did a few more inside chores. Then I remembered that I hadn't given my visitor a towel. I quickly got one from the airing cupboard and went to the bathroom. I tapped on the door.
"Sid, I've got a towel for you".
"Could you bring it in, please?"
The bathroom was misty with steam. Sid smiled up at me.
"That was grand".
He stood up and I handed him the towel. He had a skinny build. There was a small patch of pubic hair over his uncut dick. He turned and I saw his well-rounded, pink bottom.
"Dinner will be ready when you are", I said and then went back to the kitchen to wait for him.
It was a clean and shiny version of Sid who joined me at the table. His eyes lit up when he saw the food. He tucked in with gusto. My own appetite which had been absent since Bert's death returned and I felt ravenously hungry. Fortunately, there was more than enough for two hearty appetites. My guest kept me entertained with cheerful talk. He gossiped about the farm women who were his customers. All good-humoured tales. There was no malice in him.
I found myself able to tell Sid about Bert. He listened intently. At one point, when my voice quivered a bit, he reached out his hand and gently placed it on my forearm.
"You've had a bad time of it", he said. "Let go of it for tonight and you'll feel better in the morning".
"Sorry to burden you with my troubles .."
"Shh. No need for that".
His hand stayed where it was, gently reassuring me, until we got up to do the dishes.
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