Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 21:11:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Maruis And Georg (By Uncle Greg) (Spank Anal)

(Usual disclaimers apply)

"Hurry Georg! The storm is about to break"!

I helped Maruis throw the last of the freshly
baled hay onto the back of his pre-war truck. The
big farmer slid into the cab while I jumped onto
the back. We drove the short distance to the hay
barn. Maruis backed the truck into the hay barn
just as the first drops of rain landed on the
windshield. Then the heavens opened. I climbed up
into the passenger sear beside the farmer.

"Thanks, Georg! I'd have never got it in dry
without your help". He grinned his appreciatiom.
Not for the first time I was struck by the 27
year old's perfect white teeth, handsome brown
face and muscular body.

The year was 1950. I was 17 years old and lived
on a farm with my parents. Maruis was our
neighbour, forced to farm on his own after a
tragic accident claimed his parents.

"This hay barn has special memories", Maruis
said. "It's where a lusty young stockman gave me
a good one, right up the bum. My first. I was
younger than you are now".

I didn't know what to say so looked down at the
floor of the truck.

"Don't be so shocked, little Georg!", he said
with a grin. "There are often stockmen or
drifters here. Some I have bummed and I've taken
a few myself". He cleared his throat. "Maybe,
someday, I'll settle down, marry a pretty girl
and raise a family. Meantime, I like to have fun
with the casual help".

"You don't have to tell me that stuff, Maruis". I
said. "It's private".

The rain continued to pour down. I looked at the
big farmer. Maruis was Captain of our Senior
rugby team and I didn't like to think what his
teammates might think about his revelations.

"What about you, Georg? Which do you prefer?
Girls, boys ... sheep?"

I punched him on the arm.

"Definitely not sheep".

"Well?" he continued. "What scene plays in the
picture theatre of your mind when you
masturbate?"

I grimaced.

"You DO masturbate, don't you?"

"Uh, huh".

"Good! So, tell Maruis all about it".

I squirmed in the seat but then decided to spill
the beans.

"Do you remember Jaco Smit who taught at the
school? He was about your age?"

"Smit, the man who played centre-forward?"

"That's him. Well, he taught me in Standard Six".

"When you were 10-11, right"?

"Yes. He came to our school directly from
teachers' college. You know how Mum always wanted
me to be a concert violinist? I had all those
lessons but was useless at it".

"I remember, Georg. You did your best".

"Well, she told the school that if I was to
receive corporal punishment not to give it to me
on the hands. She was worried I might get my
hands injured or something".

"Go on".

"Well, I avoided getting the strap until that
year with Mr Smit. He was young and there was
something appealing about him. If I was a girl
you'd say that I had a crush on him".

"Boys can get crushes as well", Maruis said
softly.

"Anyway, one day I misbehaved and he told me to
stay after school. After the other children had
left, he got his strap out of the desk drawer.
'Your hands are off-limits', he said. "So, it'll
have to be on the behind".

He gestured for me to bend over the desk. Quick
as a flash I unbuttoned my trousers and peeled
down my underpants. I lay on the desk with only
my shirt-tails covering my bum".

"Ah!" Maruis said in his deep voice.

"Well, the teacher pushed my shirt-tails up. I
remember feeling his cold hands on my bare tail.
Then he laid into me with six licks of the strap.
Hard ones that made me yelp and wriggle. But,
after each one, I pushed my bum back up,
signalling that I was ready for the next. He
waited ages between each cut. Three from one
side. Then he walked around and gave me three
from the other".

I cleared my throat.

"After that, while studying my blazing bottom, he
apologised:

'Sorry, Georg. I didn't mean to be so hard on
you. It was for your own good, you understand?'.

'Yes, Mr Smit. I get worse at home'.

When I was allowed back up again. Smit's face was
as red as my backside. And he had a big thing
tenting the front of his trousers".

"Ach!", grunted my big friend.

"Every couple of weeks or less, Jaco Smit made
some excuse to leather my tail":

'You can leave your trousers up, boy'.

'But Sir! The other boys don't wear gloves when
you strap them on their hands'.

'Very well then, bare your buttocks. But don't
expect me to go any easier on you'.

Maruis smiled as I imitated the teacher's deep
voice and my own high treble.

He never touched my diddle or bum-hole, Maruis.
But he did give me good hidings".

There was silence while the heavy rain continued
to fall.

"I used to worship him. I hoped he'd spank me
with his hand but he never did. I craved the
intimacy of his flesh on my flesh. My first wet
dreams were about Jaco Smit tanning my hide".

My voice broke.

"Now, you'll think I'm a pervert or something".

"Never". The farmer's voice was comforting. "This
is what I really think".

He gently took my hand and put it on his crotch.
I could feel his long, fully-aroused penis.

"My trouser-snake never lies. I doubt there are
many men who wouldn't react the same way to your
story. Ach! No wonder Smit left at the end of the
year. You must have worn the poor fellow out".

I giggled and Maruis released my hand which I let
drop to my side.

"But now I'm stuck like a broken record", I said,
wistfully.

"And no more Jaco Smit to pepper your bare bum
with his strap"?

"No".

"Georg, will you slide your trousers down and let
me look at you?"

"Um ..."

"Come on, I saw your botty when you were a baby.
I've seen it in the showers at the rugby club".

"All right then".

There wasn't much room to move but my big friend
helped me. In no time at at all I was across
Maruis' lap, my bare bum sticking up in the air.

Maruis began smacking my bottom with his hand.

"This what you want?"

The six swats were hard and I wriggled on his
broad thighs. His hand was like leather and hurt
like hell.

"Or this".

The farmer fondled my buttocks. His finger gently
entered my crack and stroked my anal opening.
Then he pulled my nether cheeks apart. He leaned
down and spat so that it landed right on top of
my puckered hole. Gently, he inserted his finger.

"You ARE tight"!

I was just about to protest about the
uncomfortable intrusion but then the tip of his
finger touched my prostate. The pleasurable
sensation nearly made me swoon.

"What'd you do?" I squeaked.

"Rubbed your prostate".

The finger was withdrawn.

"Sit over on your seat for a moment".

I complied reluctantly. Maruis shucked off his
trousers and underpants. His massive uncut penis
stuck up from its forest of black pubic hairs.

"Straddle me, Georg. Face the window".

I did as I was told. I felt the head of his organ
broach my virgin backdoor and yelled with the
stinging hurt of it.

"The pain will pass. Besides, the school strap
must have hurt you more".

Maruis gently pulled me down onto his giant
phallus. Then, he opened the truck door with his
elbow and lifted me up like a feather.

"Kneel on the seat, for me".

The seat was warm and bore the imprints of
Maruis' own muscular buttocks.

The farmer stood on the ground beside the truck.
His cock pushed on until his nuts brushed against
the cheeks of my bottom.

The hurt was receeding. Maruis began thrusting,
slowly at first but then forcefully. I pushed my
bottom up to meet his thrusts.

"Good, Georg", he murmured.

I do not know how long Maruis took his pleasure.
Time stood still. I was joined to the young
farmer in the most intimate, obscene way any two
males can ever be together. Never before had I
felt so wanted and loved. Maruis did not tell me
that, I just knew it. The fucking got harder and
harder. The farmer spat on his topedeo to make it
easier for me. He reached under and grabbed my
diddle. The warmth of his hand made my member go
hard. For many minutes the most exquisite
pleasure enveloped my entire cock and deep inside
my hot, little arse.

"Nearly there", he puffed.

The young farmer lunged with hard, almost brutal
thrusts which all but knocked the breath out of
me. He groaned and I felt his penis swell inside
my chute. Then his warm man-seed coated the walls
of my rectum. At that exact moment, my own penis
exploded with a carnal intensity I had never felt
before. Many minutes later Maruis slowly pulled
out of me and  I felt utterly bereft. My friend
seemed to sense that. He cleaned us both up,
bestowing many sweet kisses on my body as he did
so.

After we were both dressed, I gave Maruis a hug.

"Thanks". Tears stung my eyes.

"Come on, let's stack the hay", he said gently.

After that first encounter we became lovers and,
following the death of my parents, we joined our
farms into one. Sometimes, we had lusty fun with
the men who who did seasonal work for us. Mostly
it was just Maruis and Georg in the big double
bed. Great!

P.S. Did I mention that we are now life-members
of the rugby club?

Fiction from Uncle Greg. unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com