(Fiction. Usual disclaimers apply).
After a long day in the saddle it was good to finally get the cattle into the yard. Sean tied up the dogs and then we went into the musterers' hut. I soon got a roaring fire going and my big friend heated up the stew over the flames...
... "Damn good tucker, even if I say so myself". Sean scooped up the gravy with a thick slice of bread.
My friend was 35. A tall, ruggedly masculine man with skin as hard as leather, from working outdoors. He had done this ride more times than he probably cared to remember. Whereas I was just 18 years old and this was my first time working the cattle run.
The year was 1947. I was small for my age and skinny because of food rationing during the war. Sean had served with the army in North Africa but he did not care to talk about that.
As I got up to put more wood on the fire, Sean's big hand touched my backside.
"How are these shock-absorbers holding up ?"
I grimaced. "They're a bit sore".
"Bet they are after all that riding". He paused. "I've got some ointment to rub on".
"Thanks", I said, grateful to my friend. He fossicked in his stuff until he found the tube.
"Rub it on yourself or let your Uncle Sean do it"?
"Yes, please".
My friend lit a lamp while I pulled my bedroll in front of the fire and then got out of my trousers and underpants. I lay down and Sean's big hands pushed my shirt-tails out of the way. He rubbed the ointment onto each mound and then gently kneaded my tender flesh.
"Aaaah", I murmured my appreciation.
Slap! Sean's hand lazily swatted my behind.
"Ouch! What was that for ?"
"Your bum is crying out to be spanked". He swatted it a few more times.
"I got enough of that at boarding school", I grumbled. His hands massaged my bum-cheeks again.
"Spanking?"
"Yes, from a prefect". I thought of the red-headed farmer's son who had cheerfully spanked my eleven year old bare bottom, at least twice a week.
"With his hand ?"
"Uh huh". I decided to tell Sean about Whitby.
"He was in charge of the junior dorm". Memories came flooding back. "Whitby, that was his name, decided to give me a spanking. He took me into his study and sat in a chair. He undid my braces and my trousers and underpants fell to the floor. Then he put me over his knee and spanked me on the behind".
"Hard?"
"Hard enough". Sean's fingers caressed that same behind.
"He was matter-of-fact about doing it. And, to be honest, I enjoyed having his undivided attention. I went out of my way to earn spankings".
"Even though it meant a sore bum?"
"Yes". I thought fondly about the senior boy. "The next year I was caned once by my housemaster and vowed never to repeat the experience". My thoughts of old Beaky were not fond at all. "What about you, Sean" ?
The fingers paused. "Yeah. My old man leathered my brothers and me with his razor strop. On the bare bum". Sean chuckled. "One time Pop took Patrick, our oldest, into the bathroom to give him a hiding. When he saw welts from the schoolmaster's cane across Patrick's little arse, he cancelled the hiding. The next day he got dressed up in his Sunday suit, rode to the school and told that schoolmaster never to touch any of us again".
The nimble fingers continued their soothing magic.
"Guess that'll do for now". He gave my bottom a smack. I got up intending to get dressed, inadvertently letting him see my front.
"What's this?" Sean asked. "You're as limp as a noodle. After all my playing with your bum the least you could have done is cracked a fat".
It was as if my friend had struck me a physical blow. I dropped to my knees, shoulders hunched.
"Now what have I said ?"
I swallowed. "It's me. I'm im..imp..impotent".
Sean knelt beside me.
"I'm so sorry", he said. "Mind if I take a look?"
"If you want. Every doctor within a hundred miles has been there before you".
"Stand up".
My friend held the lantern close. I felt his fingers gently touch my private parts.
"Well, both balls have dropped". Strong fingers pulled my foreskin back and then he rested my penis on the palm of his warm hand. He squeezed it firmly, several times.
"Nothing ?"
"Nothing". I confirmed miserably. He let go and then patted me on the shoulder. I got dressed again.
Sean talked for a while, his deep voice rumbling on about how it was a new age with sulpha drugs and other medical miracles. I'd heard it all before. He meant well but I knew exactly what I was: a freak whose family line would die along with him. As far as I was concerned, that day couldn't come soon enough.
I pulled the billy over the fire to make the tea. Sean got up, but, considerately, kept his erect penis covered with his hands until he'd turned away from me. Then he got dressed again. Silently I poured the steaming tea into the two mugs. Sean sipped his cautiously.
"You ever had a man's dick up your bum ?"
"No".
"Not even that prefect, what was his name ...?"
"Whitby. No". I'd felt the prefect's erection pressing into my chest often enough during a spanking but he'd always kept it well-buttoned up.
"Well, if you ever want to lose your virginity I'd be only too pleased to help".
I felt myself go as red as a cherry.
"Thought you liked women ?" I stammered.
"That I do". Sean poked the fire with a stick. "But I also like to have fun with a mate".
There was a comfortable silence. I looked at my pocket watch.
"Quarter past nine. I think I'll turn in".
I went outside and had a pee. At least my otherwise useless organ was good for that. Then I went back inside, stripped to my underclothes and curled up in the bedroll. Sean had banked the fire to keep us warm through the night. I went out like a light.
I awoke at daybreak to the sound of heavy rain on the tin roof of the hut. Sean came through the door, water pouring off his oilskins.
"You might as well have a lie in. This rain will keep us here all day. Not safe to shift stock in these conditions".
"Did you feed the dogs?"
"Yes. They've settled in for the day. I'll make us some breakfast".
I got dressed and went outside to do my ablutions. I perched over the long drop which Sean called the dunny. Afterwards I used pages from a 1936 Farmers' Gazette. Then I washed up before shaving the wisps of hair from my thin cheeks and scrawny neck.
The day was uneventful enough. I felt comfortable being with Sean. He spent the hours smoking roll-your-own cigarettes and reading a pocket book. The rain was unrelenting.
About three o'clock my friend went outside to check on the dogs. Out of curiosity I picked up his book. It was a romance yarn. When Sean came back into the hut I teased him by reading from the book.
"Nora felt his hot breath ..."
"What? Give me that !"
Sean grabbed the slim volume.
"Keep your grubby little hands off MY book - that's if you want to keep a backside you can sit on".
"Oh, Nora...", I called, laughing at him. Sean pretended to sulk but then broke into a sheepish grin.
"You're right", he said "It's daft, a grown man reading a lovey-dovey romance". He closed the book with a snap and then used a log to poke life into the fire. I'd been wrestling with something in my mind all day and suddenly came to a decision.
"I'd quite like it if you .. um .. took my virginity".
Sean turned and faced me.
"Are you sure about this ?"
I nodded. Heck, just because I couldn't crack a fat like other guys was no reason why Sean and I couldn't have some fun together.
My friend found a jar of petroleum jelly. He put my bedroll on top of his and then started to undress. I did the same. Once we were both naked we looked at each other. Sean towered over me. His massive erect penis was as rigid as a broomhandle.
"Kneel on all fours". His voice was husky with desire. I got into position on top of the bedrolls. Sean knelt behind me. I felt a lubricated finger press hard against my sphincter.
"Strewth! You're tight".
He gave my bum a few smacks with his other hand.
"Push down like when you're on the dunny".
The tight muscle relaxed enough to let his finger in. He patiently waited until the sphincter was dilated enough to take two of his big fingers. Then I felt the knob of his lubricated dick pressing against my bum-hole. Sean pushed until the head of his rigid member was inside. My sphincter hurt but he patiently waited for that to ease. Then he entered me, inch by inch until his tight balls rested against my globes.
Sean's love-pole was lodged inside my fundament. It felt hot and pulsated as it rested in my chute. I was overwhelmed to be joined to my friend in this most intimate of ways. Then he started moving. His huge member pumping inside me.
He straddled my bum and thrust lustily, long strokes that almost took my breath away. I forgot my troubles and became totally absorbed in what Sean was doing. It was dark because of the rain and the light from the fire threw our shadows on the wall. I felt Sean's sweat dripping onto my back. Then he gave one last great heave and I felt his seed spray my bowels.
Afterwards, Sean wiped us both clean and we got dressed.
"Thanks, mate", he said.
The rest of the day we talked about everything else other than what we'd done on top of the bedrolls. 'At least I'm good for one thing in bed', I thought to myself, while snuggling down to sleep.
At some point during the night I dreamed that Sean was up me again. Whitby was there as well, spanking me hard until my penis swelled and then erupted with a fantastic, long-delayed orgasm. I felt wetness, not inside me but on my underpants.
The next morning at daybreak the skies were clear. I got up and felt my penis was stuck to my underpants. I hadn't just dreamt it - it really had happened. I pulled my dick free and felt it swell in my hand until it was a respectable six inches. I had never been so happy.
After breakfast I told Sean what had happened. My friend grinned from ear to ear.
"There you are then," he said, eyes sparking. "All old Mother Nature needed was a bit of a nudge".
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