(Usual disclaimers apply)
The stable was warm with the only sounds coming from contented horses. That was just how I liked it. I was a stable-hand who loved his flighty, intelligent charges. Although aged 21, war rationing meant I looked far younger than my years.
The door opened and Fergus came in, stamping the cold from his feet as he closed the door behind him. My employer was an imposing man of 40. He saw me and immediately started unbuttoning his flies. I stifled a sigh and undid my braces. I bent over and grabbed hold of a rail, my bare tail facing my employer.
"This will have to be quick", Fergus said in his deep, masculine voice. "I've got a meeting with the Parish council in half an hour".
He spat on his erection and penetrated my bum with one hard thrust.
"Grab a good hold of that rail", he instructed.
My knuckles whitened and I grimaced at the pain as his big baby-maker invaded my brown-hole. I yelped after each hard thrust and squeezed my stretched sphincter around his fleshy monster in a vain attempt to make him spunk. He just pounded my arse even harder, his manly thighs slapped against my boyish-looking buttocks.
Fergus was married but his missus was a delicate flower, incapable of matching his high sex drive. He had enjoyed the benefits of a public school education where he had learned the pleasures to be had inside a younger male's bum.
The pace quickened. Hard, almost brutal thrusts which really hurt. Fergus was a selfish sod who never gave a toss for anyone else. I was just the stable-hand who let Fergus up my arse for the privilege of caring for his horses. There would be an extra guinea or two 'for services rendered', in my wages at the end of the week. The man did have a conscience, of sorts.
I remembered the rugged soldier who had so matter-of-factly relieved me of my virginity. It was up against the wall of a public lavatory. We were told at school to be friendly to soldiers on leave but I don't think the headmaster had bum-fucking in mind. Still, the headmaster thrashed boys' buttocks for a living so who knows what the man really thought.
The encounter with the soldier had been lusty but mercifully brief. He was no sooner inside me and thrusting so hard that he almost knocked the breath out of me when I felt his torpedo stiffen and an explosion of hot spunk flooded my bowels.
Fergus was a stayer. His thick organ continued to plough my ravaged hole. His breathing was ragged with the exertion of giving his stable-hand a right royal fucking. I pushed back hoping that by meeting his thrusts he would ejacqulate quicker. It worked because I heard him grunt and then felt the wetness of his seed spraying the walls of my rectum.
Fergus pulled out of me with another grunt. I heard him get dressed again. He muttered something about the time and then left the barn, slamming the door shut behind him.
My hand explored inside my crack and touched my swollen fundament. I looked at my fingers but there was no blood. That was something. I squatted over a bucket and expelled the big load of semen which Fergus had dumped inside me. Then I slowly got dressed again, knowing that I'd be sore for a day or more. I patted Jellybean's wise head and she nuzzled me, giving comfort.
Thursdays were my day off. Usually, I caught a bus into the small country town. There was a cinema and also a pub where I could get a bite to eat although I was too young to drink alcohol.
On this particular Thursday I called into the doctor's rooms. I had promised to pick up a prescription for the housekeeper. The waiting room was full. With no appointment system it was a case of waiting my turn.
I noticed a handsome young man with a rugby player's build who seemed to have the run of the place. He was pleasing on the eye and when he returned my glance with a smile, I blushed to the roots of my hair.
All things come to those who wait and eventually it was my turn to enter the doctor's inner sanctum. Dr Hedley was a crabby old gentleman. He listened impatiently to my request for the housekeeper's medicine and then dashed off a scrip. He told me to take it to the dispensary, the room next door where 'Doctor Malthus' would make up the tonic.
"He's a good boy". old Hedley barked. "Still at medical school but he has the makings of a fine doctor". I handed over a guinea for the consultation and left his presence.
The rugby player was waiting for me in the dispensary. He squinted at the doctor's atrocious hand-writing and then quietly and methodically dispensed the medicine. He handed me the bottle and I gave him half-a-crown for it.
"Do you play rugby?" I asked and then blushed at my impertinence a mere mortal questioning a young god, soon to become a doctor.
"Why, yes, I do", he replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, you seem to have the build for it", I said.
"What about you?" he asked.
"Nah". I thought for a moment. "I love horses".
He grinned and handed me sixpence change. He looked so kind and decent. Then the mood was broken when an elderly patient came into the dispensary and demanded something for her lumbago. He smiled at me again and then turned to his pills and potions.
Later, I sat in the Snug at The Highwayman's Arms and ate a tasty hot-pot. A shadow fell across my table and I looked up. It was young Doctor Malthus.
"Hello, again", he said, smiling. "Mind if I join you?"
I nodded shyly and he sat down opposite me and started on his hotpot. He told me to call him Tom and within a few minutes we were yarning away like two old friends.
The man was so attractive I soon sprouted a big erection. After we had both finished our meals Tom reached under the table and felt my hardness through my trousers.
"It's ok", he said, quietly. "I have one as well"
He placed my hand on his crotch so I could feel his big erect dick.
"Let's go upstairs".
Tom said something to the barman as we left the Snug and then we went to his room. No sooner had he closed the door than his lips were pressed against mine. I opened my mouth to match his and his tongue explored mine. We broke off and Tom started to undress with me quickly following suit.
"We have plenty of time", he said. "This is my afternoon off".
He was a handsome man. More body hair than I had but that just made him more attractive. His erect penis truly was impressive. It made me think of Fergus and I broke off the embrace.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked, his voice full of concern.
"Nothing, nothing at all".
"Please let me fuck you", he asked simply, directly. I nodded.
He took me to bed and used his magnificent body to give me a glorious fucking. His lips and wet, warm tongue caressed my body. I had never before experienced such sensual feelings. And when at last Tom claimed his prize, he first soothed the way with a healing balm from his doctor's bag. When his penis was lodged deep inside my arse-tunnel, I felt complete.
"Fuck me hard", I pleaded. And he did, far longer than Fergus or the soldier could ever have done. Tom was young, virile, a sexual athlete. Never before had my arse been probed so deeply or with such force. My erect penis slapped against my tummy reacting to the sheer sensual feelings which Tom's big dick created. The pleasurable sensations radiated from the inner depths of my expertly-fucked tunnel to the tip of my rock-hard penis. After an age he sighed and I felt his wetness. My penis erupted and the sensation was the best, ever.
After a few minutes Tom climbed out of bed and retrieved the chamber pot. He held his penis and began to pee, a steady stream of urine splashed into the pottie. When he was done he shook the drops off his old-fella and looked at me enquiringly. I was lying face down with a big load of his man-seed still sloshing about inside my rectum.
"I'm afraid to move", I confessed, "In case I make a mess".
Tom placed the chamber pot on the floor and then lifted me with no apparent effort until I was straddling the pot, its porcelain having been warmed by the big man's pee. I emptied his seed from my bowels and then farted. I blushed but Tom just laughed. I had a pee while I was on the potty and when I was done Tom wiped my bottom clean.
"I'm not a baby", I protested. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was across his tree-trunk like thighs. His big hand fondled the upturned cheeks and he gave my bottom a playful slap.
"That you're not", he agreed.
In no time at all Tom was erect again. He expertly slipped his big penis into my bum again and I was in heaven.
Afterwards, we cuddled on that narrow bed. Tom made no promise of commitment. He was only going to be in town for a month learning about General Practice from Dr Malthus. Yet, those Thursday afternoons we spent together were precious beyond measure. And I remember them still.
Fiction from Uncle Greg unclegreg_1999(at)yahoo.com