Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 19:06:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fergus And Tom by Uncle Greg (Gay male,Historical, M/M, anal)

(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