Shed Story
by Ian Hanks
Prologue
I turned around in the bed. He had finished showering. After a while he came out. He was dressed and ready to go.
"Bye, Josh!"
I looked at him.
"Wait! When will you come and see me again?"
"Don't know! I think Sally is getting suspicious. So it might be a while." He gave me a naughty smile. "But I'm sure you'll find some other guy to fuck you! You queer folks seem to be good at finding someone for having sex. So don't call! It might be a while but I'll contact you when it's safe again." Then he left.
Shit! Had I really believed that he might consider becoming my friend for real? Had I just imagined that he might feel more than having his bisexual fantasies come true with a goodlooking gay boy? He was the dude, the rugby player, he was hot and he was cool. He would never really have wanted to come out and let people know that he had an affair with another male student on the same campus. Sure Sally would have killed him. But we might have managed to stay toghether and cope with all the rumours at the university.
Only there was was no "US". There was only him. The secret lover did not really count! I had felt so good when he had approached me and sex with him had been great. I had always admired him. But What had I been to him? Did he care about me at all?
Weeks went by and he didn't call. Our policy of not really knowing each other when we incidentily met in the hall or on the stairs became harder to bear every day. I was glad when Aunt Mary invited me over for a weekend in the countryside. I had always loved it there when I had been a little boy. I'd run through the forests and go exploring.
The boys there never really liked me. Guess I was too much of a cityboy. So there were no old friends I could meet there. But a few days away from the campus might let me get over my disappointments with Greg.
I
Mary picked me up at the Station. She embraced me and hugged me, gave me kisses and started talking and talking and telling me how good I looked. It was no secret in my family that I was gay so she asked me if I had met any interesting men. I told her I hadn't. I wasn't sure if that was a lie, but though Greg was my lover in a way I had tried to convince myself that he was little more than a bastard with a flat character. She continued talking and telling me that a cute boy would have to get the attention of lots of gay men.
Sure -- I knew most people would see me as the sweet blond jeansboy and would try to get a glimpse of my slender body. And with not even being 20 there would be many that would try to get more than a glimpse. For a boy my age I was in good shape. I compared myself to some guys'pictures I had found on the internet and was sure to be better looking than just average.
It was a long ride to her town. Town! It was more like a backwood settlement with a few stores. Most of the inhabitants had little farms or estates in the forests. Aunt Mary had a little farm that wasn't really used anymore and her husband ran a factory several miles away. So she told me about her kids and neighbours. I was hardly paying attention. The fresh air and landscape were wonderful. I couldn't believe that I hadn't been here for - what? 8 or 9 years?
The arrival wat far different than what I had expected. Instead of ignoring my Aunt as she passed through "town" everyone seemed to monitor us closely. She made a quick stop at the grocers to pick up some vegetables she had ordered and let me wait in the car. I felt like a monkey in the zoo. I felt like all the eyes of people passing by were fixed on me.
It was hard to act as if I ignored the looks and I didn't mention it when Mary returned after a few minutes. I could imagine what was going on. I figured that she had mentioned het cute gay nephew coming over for the weekend to some friend of hers. Rumours are said to run fast in these little villages. Everyone must have known.
I didn't really care. It was just a weekend. Why would I mind people to know I was gay? Everyone on campus knew. There were no secrets and I was sure that in these few days I wouldn't meet any hostility in these few days. Dinner was excellent and we had a nice evening at her house. The kids liked me and we spent hours talking and telling news and old stories.
I decided to go for a long walk on the next day and rediscover the woods that I had explored as a boy. I told Aunt Mary what I was planning and she answered that I was free to do whatever I would like, gave me a kiss and said I'd make sure to be back for dinner at eight. She had invited some friends over for Barbeque (and to come seeing little gay me, no doubt!!!).
Anyway -- I was on my way. I recognized some of the areas I wandered through, especially the little stream a few meters behind the house. Back then I was too small to see the rooftop. I felt far away from the house and the stream was a river as huge as the Amazon to me. I was the hero to turn it into a giant lake and made my fleets sail the oceans. Now I crossed it with 3 steps and arrived in the endless wilderness. I cut through country and passed by other memories of my chilhood days. It didn't take that long that I reached unfamiliar terrain. The forest was new to me here. Free like a deer i continued my journey. After about half an hour I reached the end of this part of the woods. Open willows were running down the gloaming hills. The sun shone hot and there was a nice fresh breeze. Next to the edge of the forest there was a dusty road. I decided to follow it to my right, away from the direction of the settlement as far as I imagined.
I can't have walked more than ten minutes and was headed for another area of forest when I noticed movement on ma left. There was someone working on the fences. As I turned I saw a man. He was about 30 yards away in the fields. His tanned body was glistening from the work in the sun and I could see the muscles move. He was a real man! Not a young guy like Greg, not one of those blown up softies like the men in the gay bars but a real hard working man! What a sight! I forced myself not to stand there staring at him. Just before I turned to walk further He looked up and caught me with his eyes. I felt e heat coming up in me when he took out a cigarette and lit it. Was I blushing? I had to go! I couldn't stay!
Feeling his eyes in my back I went on. Damn! Was this right? I remembered some porn I had watched. In there someone in my position would have taken of his shirt or played with his boner, at least he would have signaled he was interested and then the two guys would have met without many words and gotten right down do wild an crazy sex. I always liked those porns. The acteurs looked hot and wild and their fucking went on for half an hour or longer, though I was pretty sure that it was staged.
II
I walked on thinking about the porns, recalling the picture of the man I had seen every now and then. I entered the forest again. After about a mile there was a clearing up the hill in a willow. It looked like it was hardly used. The boner in my pants made walking a bit uncomfortable and so I decided to walk up there to play with it till it was satisfied.
The shed turned out te be quite large. It even had an attic level. From the farside of the forest there was a little muddy way coming in, but it looked as if noone had used it for months. I walked into the shed. There was a lot of loose hay lying around. But for the rest it looked pretty much deserted and forgotten. Little chance anyone would come in here now that I decided to play with myself.
I sat down on a pile of hay in the shadow and opened my pants and took out my boner. It jumped in the air just like it was enjoying fresh air. It was a bit dusty in here but still -- with this fine weather it felt good!
I closed my eyes and let myself float away on my dirty thoughts. They took me far! It was as if I could see that man right in front of me, but this time without his trousers. His cock seemed huge and in my dream I travelled over his sweating torso, imagining, the feeling and smell of it. Oh, gosh! My boner went harder and harder just by thinking of him, mixing him up with all the stuff I had seen. Oh, yes -- gone were all thoughts of Greg! I fantasized about wild sex with my imagined lover, taking all the time I wanted. It wasn't real, off course, but still I enjoyed it.
I had managed to shoot my load on the floor in front of me. I didn't want any cumstains on my shirt when I returned to Aunt Mary. I opened my eyes to see it sink in and dry up on the floor of the shed. Only then I noticed that there was a shadow in the open door. Wondering what it was I looked up.
There he was, leaning against the post with a hay fork in one hand and smiling down at me. Strange enough he somehow looked like Neptune, that greek god of the seas.
"Good shot son!"
I felt embarressed.
"So you's the queer city boy?"
That confirmed what I had imagined.
"Too smart to talk to a simple farmer, are you?"
He walked in and came closer.
"No ... no ... I ... just .. I'm sorry ... I thought ...."
"Right, yes! Quiet enough around here for a quick wank."
What was he doing up here?
"I ... I didn't mean to tresspass, sorry, is ... does this shed belong to you?"
"It's mine, allright! And you just took the freedom to just shoot your cum all over the floor."
He seemed angry. I moved backwards, pressing myself to the timber wall. He took another step towards me.
"No respect for other peoples property. Think that this is a land free to fool around!? Well -- there are people living here working these lands and working hard and I think we have earned a little more respect from little useless cocksuckers like you!"
Now I was afraid! What was he going to do? Hit me? Do what he always wanted to if he met one of these cursed gay folks that he wasn't used to? Beat me up and leave me bleeding in the woods like that guy that died a few years ago, tied to a fence by some redneck bastards who even went unpunished?
He held me by the shirt pushing met to the timber wall with the points of his rusty farm fork. He used them as pins, one of them at my cheek and another pushing my shirt to the side so that it was incidently pointed on my nipple.
"Blond little city boy wandering through the lovely green farmlands of the countryside. Slim and not used to any kind of hard labour that it takes to make a living out here, right!? But don't you worry: I know just how you will make yourself useful around here."
"How ... how do you mean ...?" I was a bit confused.
"You'll see! I will make you sweat and feel every part of your body, son."
He slid my shirt over my shoulder while his big fork moved it away from my chest. It just dropped on the ground. My back was pressed against the rough timber wall of the shed. He came closer and let his eyes inspect me naked torso. There was a wild lust in them as they slid oup over my nipples, my neck and stopped at my trembling lips.
"What ... what do you want off me?"
"Don't you guys know? I'll show you!" With that he grabbed me by the neck and turned me around, leading me further into the old shed. It got warmer here, dark and so dusty from the hay that it was hard to breathe.
He led me to a corner, pushed me further with his chest and his legs between mine. Now I understood! It was going to be like in a porn! This hunk certainly appeard to be straight but apparently even some men in the countryside were intrested in a cute young guy like me.
"Where are we going?"
"Up!"
It was hard to get up the old aching ladder with a man grapping and shoving me all the time. I was almost there when he made me stumble and pushed me down on the old floor planks.
"Not as fancy as you must be used to, but it'll do for now."
This attic was dirty and empty except for a pile of empty sacks and scattered straw.
He still had me down on ste top stair, leaning over me. "Dontcha think, son? Romantic place to be, isn't it? A real countyside shed. For a good countryside shagg!"
His loins were pushed against my bum and I could feel a hard strong cock pressing against me. Shit! This was going to be serious! He teared my pants and shorts down in one move, right down to my knees. Now I really was exposed ... naked. His hand was all over me, exploring my butt, my body. It was so rough, not the gentle touch of love, but more as if he was defining his ownership, marking me as his.
"You are right what I needed right now, son."
He guided me further into the attic, me stumbeling and crawling on all four. I lost my pants somewhere on the way.
I was scared shitless. Sure I had known what it was going to be ever since he had grabbed my arm downstairs. But now that he had me on all four, controling my by just resting one hand on my hip it was a hole different story. I could only guess what he was doing with his other hand.
"You ready, boy?"
I finally dared to try and look over my shoulder, but couldn't see much except for his torso that was scaringly close. He had a cigarette in one corner of his mouth and his rough face didn't show a trace of excitement. It seemed quite normal to him to take a boy up to the shed and fuck him. Did he? Was this a first time for him, his first boy to fuck or did he do this more often? Were there boys around here who would sleep with guys?
"Speechless? Then I guess it's time to get going, isn't it?"
I felt his hot wet cockhead slipping up and down between my buns. He was smiling and taking another draw from his Camel.
"What are you staring at? Bit too late to get out of it now, isn't it? Wanna puff before I start?"
"No ... no thanks! I ... do not smoke ..."
"Whatever. By the way ..."
A shock ran through my body. Was that what ... I had to scream but I couldn't get enough air. Without any hesitation he had just pushed in his cock. It hurt like hell! My muscle was just forced open and his rod moved his way deep into me.
"... no point in screaming. Noone around anyway."
He had done it. He had started. It had been so quickly that I could hardly sort out what I had felt when he had started penetrating my butt. The head of his cock had come closer and closer to my hole, the hot meat nudging against the skin of my entrance. Then, in one hard stroke, it had easily widened my muscles and penetrated my innocent virginity. The pain was excrusiating. His rod was hard like a rock and I could feel every vein of his shaft as it moved along my inside. The man had stopped for an instant.
"Nice tight cherry, man. You city fags don't seem to have a lot of sex!"
He was right there! It had been a while since Greg had visited me, so my ass had become quite tight again.
"No problem son, you'll get used to it and if not ... I'll just do you till you are."
He moved behind me, letting his rough hand slide across my back. Then, very slowly he pushed in deeper. His cock felt like a mile long. It must have been a lot bigger than Greg's. The further he drove it in the harder it pushed inside me forcing its way open. I had no idea how big his cock must have been, but that there was enough of space in me to take it was kind of exciting. However it still hurt when I felt his balls and stomach.
"Like it? Sure you do!"
I hadn't said anything. But ... as a matter of fact ... it was. I felt his hard shaft inside me. My hole was wide and stretched around it. His hand held my hips as he drew his cock out again, not all the way, his head was still inside. And so he slowly started fucking.
With deep thrusts he moved in and out and it was far better than what Greg had done! There was one other mayor difference that slowly slipped into my head: I had always insisted on Greg using a condom! Shit! This was raw and bareback! I tried to find some words to make him stop. It was too late anyway. If anything was there, if he would have been carrying the virus or any other disease it was far too late to stop it. Then the chance I might fetch something was all the same and I didn't have a condom with me. So what was the point in interrupting him? It wouldn't make sense to end this anyway and it was getting better the faster he got! Instead of disappointing him and ending all this with silly complaints I encouraged him. I had a fine repertoir of dirty talk. Greg had always loved it when I used it.
He paused.
"Whatcha think you're doing, kid? Is that the crap that you learn in the city? Is that what you're studying? Well -- it sucks! So better bite your lips and shut up! I don't like that kind of swearing! I just want to fuck you! That's all! So if you want to make yourself fel like a whore just think what you wanna think but shut the fuck up!"
That was to the point!
"Understood?"
"... sure .. yes .."
"Right!"
For a second I had been afraid that I had scared him off, but now he continued and soon he had found his rythm again. His cock pressed in and slipped out and I felt a liquid running down my legs. That couldn't have been his cum. What was it? I had no idea. This was new! I felt no pain so I let him go on.
He got faster. His cock didn't enter really far any more but he started fucking like a rabbit. Jeez -- I wonderd if my thin skin would withstand this or if it would tear open. Anyway -- it felt great and he just got in far enough to hit my prostate slightly. This drove me to further extacy and soon long drops of precum were hanging down from my semi-erect dick.
A few more thrusts of his, deep and further inside than he had gone before, deep but slower than beforeand I could feel his seed shooting into me. It burst out of him and the release of his load made him moan in pleasure. He kept his cock in me and it was as if he had been petrified.
He slowly started moving again, letting his cock slip out. He sank down on the hay just beside of me and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. I rolled on my side and looked at him.
"Sure you don't want to smoke? Best thing after sex!"
"No thanks, really! ... isn't it dangerous to light a cigarette in here? It's so dry it could burn down!"
"Don't worry kid! Damn! You city folks are so afraid of everything. I know what I am doing. As long as you are carefull nothing will happen. It's just a silly panic of people who don't know hat they are talking about!"
"It's your shed! I just don't want to end up like a burnt piece of meat that is left on the barbeque."
He smiled and blew a big cloud of smoke in my direction.
"That would be a shame, now! Such a pretty boy like you all ruined! You are far better fresh and raw!"
"I never thought I'd meet a gay man out here to appreaciate it."
"Haha! Sure I do! I'll give you all the appreaciating you'd need!"
"uh ... it is appretiation, it's called appretiation?"
"Whatever, smartass. We don't use expensive words around here. Fuck you, that's what I mean!"
"Thought you didn't like this kind of talk?"
"Makes you sound like a slut, or some cheap hustler ..."
"Okay?"
"And I prefer a boy to be ... you know? A boy, just a normal boy."
"And I am not normal when I talk like that?"
"You are more like a whore when you talk like that, not like an innocent guy that I picked up wandering through my forest."
"If you want innocent you are a bit late."
"I know, but no reason to remind me of that. You're a nice kid. A bit of a weakling but perfect to fuck."
"You do that often? Have sex with a young guy?"
"Not often enough. There is not that many guys around here who are into that. Most of them are young and soon leave, because they think that life in a big city is better for queer folks. So I don't get a chance to have good sex very often. Most of them are scared when they have sex with me. They want cock, but they don't want a mature man to come with it."
What was wrong with a mature man? The guy next to me really didn't look that bad. Okay -- his face wouldn't really pass as cute or tender looking, but his body was great!
"Why is that? I think you look great!"
That was a bit of a lie now. What else could I say?
"... and you sure know how to use that tool between your legs."
I had another look at it. It was wet and shining and seemed to start jumping and get harder again.
"Most boys think it's to big for them."
I let my finger run across his hairy chest and gave him the most lustful look I could put on -- "I loved it!"
His cigarette was almost done. He looked at me and smiled.
"Then you wouldn't mind having some more? Now that we're at it anyway?"
"I'd love it!"
"See you around, son!"
With this he walked down the hill and into the direction of the field that he had been working on. No name, no adress, no number, hell not even a kiss! Even Greg had kissed me every now and then! He just left me there. It must have been late afternoon by the position of the sun. For how long had he fucked me? Christ! The dinner! I couldn't be late and disappoint Aunt Mary. I had to clean up. The best thing was to climb up to the attic and whipe the drops on my legs and butt off with the empts sacks up there -- even though they were dirty.
Hastily I put on my shirt again and jumped into the slippers and pants that I had collected up in the attic. I adjusted my clothes as I was tumbeling through the forest in the direction of Mary's farm. I just kept on going, figuring that sooner or later I would run into the stream that I had played in. Where the hell was I?
I was lucky! After an hour or so I had reached it. I was really thirsty, so I just drank the fresh water and also rubbed some of it ito my face. It was cold an refreshing. I realized I was only a bit down from the house and as expected walked right into the garden. Mary's husband was already in the garden preparing the barbecue. A long table was prepared and several salads were covered with foile.
"Ah! Thee you are, Josh! Mary started to worry, you might be lost in the woods! Had a nice walk?"
"Yes, thanks, Jerry! Had a great time!" ... if only he knew how great!
"Perfect! Guess you must be hungry! Should be plenty of time for a shower. We've got enough meat out here to satisfy a hord of lions!"
I said "Hi!" to Mary and hurried upstairs to take a shower. I take all the time to get everything really clean. Back at the guestroom I was wondering what I should wear. There was an old mirror there in the door of the closet and I stared at myself. Sure! Still looked good! Even though having sex with that stranger made me feel like a whore somehow. But then again -- wasn't that the way Greg had treated me? I looked at my own reflection as if I wanted to hypnotize myself. No! There was nothing wrong with what had happened. I was young, gay and single. All I had done was to have a bit of fun. Well -- a lot of fun, actually, but who would complain about that?
What would I wear? Those folks that were invited probably all knew that I was the queer boy. So should I play the decent kid with soft feelings or the naughty city slut that fulfilled their image (and maybe matched who I really was!!!). Damn! I should have brought my short red shirt that exposed my flat stomach! I decided to wear shorts and that soft lumberjack shirt, finishing with a smaal tight necklace. Didn't know where it actually came from, but it had something tribal, maybe native american or caribbean! Some gel to style my hair ... perfect! Boy-ish! Cute! I wasn't sure what the visitors would think of me, but I liked myself like this.
I hopped out into the garden. There were at least 20 nieighbours and their kids out there. I felt that everyone was watching me. My aunt introduced me to all of them and there was a lot of flat chit-chat. It was as if I could read in their eyes: "He's gorgeous, a shame he's a pervert!" Anyway -- the little party was allright. Some of the neighours arrived later in the evening, but what really surprised me was when my hot lover pulled in with a fat old Lady next to him in the car, his mom as I learnt. Aunt Mary introduced me to them. He acted as if nothing had happened, but I noticed some lustfull sparkling looks every now and then. His mother told me all about their farm and that they had the best prize bulls in the region. I took this chance to get close to him again when she offered me I could come and see their pride. Her son,Thomas, would pick me up the next day. He smiled! He knew what we would be doing as well as I did!
I looked at him as often as possible without getting too suspicious. Most of the time he looked back, acting casual. Jeez! I wanted to be alone with him right now! It was as if I could still feel him inside me. This garden party lasted far too long for a boy with a vivid imagination.
Thomas and his mom left after a few hours and they both shook my hand. I was sure noone noticed the tension when we touched. I got a hardon by even looking into his eyes.
Some time after midnight I finally managed to satisfy myself in the guestroom, shooting my load all over myself and dreaming off him. Tomorrow .... tomorrow I would be his once more. I guess you can imagine how vivid my dreams were that night. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of my older lover and my butt still ached in the morning. Not long now, ... not long.
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