The yard (t/t, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first in a trio of stories. If you like it, you might want to look out for the sequels, which will be posted singly within the next two weeks: "The pool" and "The club".
The summer when I turned sixteen, I spent most of my time on my uncle's farm, as usual. I had kinda wanted to stay in the city, working and making money, but work was hard to find, and my parents thought I was too young. So off to the farm it was.
I got back two weeks before school started again, and picked up with my friends. I never had a lot, but didn't feel that was a problem. You see, I'm not the most sociable of guys. I'm not a recluse or anything, but I enjoy spending quite a bit of time on my own.
One of my favorite places to do that, was in a derelict back yard a couple of blocks from my house. I guess somebody lived in the house the yard belonged to, 'coz there was sometimes lights on inside. Not in the daytime, though, only at night. I had spent many hours on my own in there, finding various shelters where I'd be out of sight if anybody else came round. This would happen sometimes, but not often. Whenever I was there, I would usually read or just lie and think. Most days, I'd jerk off, too. The privacy it offered was ideal for that purpose.
One day I was hiding there, the heat of the day and the lateness of the night before got to me more than usual, and I nodded off. I woke up to the sound of whispering voices.
"Please, Joe, you gotta do it, I need it so bad!" What was that about? Junkies come in to shoot up? I'd never seen that, and I definitely didn't want people doing that sort of thing in my yard. Keeping very quiet, I manouvered for a better vantage point.
"How bad?" Another voice.
"Quit teasing me and just stick it in, Joe! Please!" The guy was almost whining.
"Okay, but you gotta tell me how much you like it."
"You know I do!"
"Sure, but I like to hear it."
"Fine, I'll tell you how big and fat it is, how wonderful it feels and all that. Now just do it!"
I had heard all of this clearly, and thinking I knew what direction the voices came from, I carefully stuck my head out to see.
The view was excellent. The guy on his back was lying diagonally to my right, and the cock sliding down his asshole was very plain to see, no more than fifteen feet away.
"Oh, yeah, Joe! Man, I love it so much when you fuck me! Deeper, Joe!" The bottom guy wasn't whispering, but he kept his voice down all the same. I heard, though.
"You like a man up your boypussy, huh, Billy?" grunted Joe, his fat stick coming into sight again, disappearing, appearing...
"It's the greatest, Joe! Your man-cock is so wonderful, so fat and long; it touches all the best places inside me. Yeah, fuck me harder! Faster! Oh, Joe!"
Joe seemed more of the strong, silent type, all grunts.
"Oh, yeah, Joe! Now you're fucking me just the way I like it. I'm gonna cum, Joe, I'm gonna squirt with your big rod pounding my ass, yeah! Mmmmm! Aaarrggh!"
Billy, twitching and writhing underneath Joe, sent a long jet of spunk right up into the air. I gasped involuntarily. At least two feet; impressive. I mostly just oozed whenever I did it.
Joe wasn't done yet, though. He kept pounding Billy's ass hard for another thirty seconds or so, before his whole body stiffened and his face went red. I realized he was cumming inside Billy. That's when I pumped my load into my shorts. I never knew it was possible to shoot without touching myself, but I just came and came. I almost passed out with the effort of staying quiet while the hard orgasm raged through me.
I got out of sight and waited for the guys to leave. After a couple of minutes, I emerged from my hideout and undressed. Walking home with underwear full of sperm would be uncomfortable. Might be visible, too. On the way home, underpants in my pockets, I replayed the fuck scene in my mind. This was stuff that I had never thought of before, but it sure had been hot. Was my life going to change now?
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com