Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2004 19:54:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Small Holding'  by Greg (Incest Rural Historical) (M/M/M oral, anal, spank)

(Dark themes. Usual disclaimers apply)

I was sitting up in the big double-bed reading
the 'The Farmer's Weekly'.

"Don't hog all the space", said my older brother
Bert. He joined me under the bed clothes and then
arranged my skinny body to his satisfaction. I
felt his massive organ slide between the cheeks
of my arse, until it pressed against my brown
hole. I bit my lip while his fleshy monster
penetrated the hot, tight tunnel. When it reached
my love-nut I relaxed and he pushed on, cramming
my rectum with his manmeat.

We were both highly respected members of our
small community. Bert was 26, muscular and fit
while at 18, I was the runt of the litter. At the
end of the war our parents had been killed in a
tragic accident so Bert was all the family I had.

The bedsprings squeaked as they did most nights.
Petroleum jelly might have helped the penetration
and made his hard thrustings a bit more bearable.
Bert never thought to use it.

I was ideal for the role of 'cunny-boy', as Bert
called me, because my penis was useless.

Bert had no problems in that area. He was a
sexual athlete. His heavy thighs pounded against
my tender twin-orbs and I knew he'd shag me hard
and long.

It was strangely peaceful, though, servicing my
big brother in that most intimate of ways. There
was no affectionate kissing or cuddling, just the
stronger animal rutting the weaker one. While I
was working around the farm Bert would often seek
me out. He'd unbutton his flies and unleash his
smelly, uncut monster for me to suck until he
squirted a big load of his man-seed down my
aching throat. Yes, Bert was definitely the boss
and I was just his cunny-boy.

Right now the only sounds were the bedsprings,
the slap of flesh upon flesh and Bert grunting.
His big stiffy stretched my fundament and it hurt
no matter how many times he did it to me.
Finally, I felt him swell and then his seed
sprayed the walls of my rectum.

Bert turned on his side while I got out of bed
and squatted over the big chamber pot until I had
expelled all his spent-seed. I wiped myself clean
with a page from an old magazine. When I got back
into bed again my brother was fast asleep.

I toiled hard, working the farm in all weathers.
Bert did the paper work. He'd help outside if
strangers were on the farm, but, apart from that,
I was on my own.

This particular day I was in the barn. It was the
middle of winter and light snow was falling
outside. I was busy sharpening axes and the
other bladed implements when Bert burst through
door.

"I thought I told you to check the fence on the
back paddock", he bellowed.

"I will, Bert", I whimpered. "Just as soon as it
stops snowing".

"Get them down". Bert started unbuckling his
belt.

"Wh--at", I stammered.

"You heard me. Idling in here when you are
supposed to be in the back paddock. I'll teach
you to disobey me". He folded the belt with a
snap.

It was useless arguing with him so I unbuttoned
my braces and let my trousers fall to the ground.
I eased my underpants down and bent over the work
bench.

Slowly and methodically, Bert lit a fire in my
arse with his belt. He'd leathered me often but
this had to be the worst. There was a spite in
Bert that made him want to hurt. My backside was
in flames and I was sobbing like a little boy
before he quit. His finger penetrated my anus and
was then withdrawn.

"Keep your cunny tight for me", Bert ordered.
"I'll have that tonight".

Given the foul mood he was in I knew that before
he was done my arse would be as sore inside as it
was out.

He slammed the barn door behind him. I lay there,
the rough timber of the work bench holding me up.
Hot tears ran down my cheeks. My buttocks were
boiling hot so I stayed as I was, letting the
cool breeze fan the scorched flesh.

Much later I got dressed and decided I'd better
check that fence. When I walked out of the barn
Bert was lying on the ground. Now, growing up on
the farm, I'd seen death often enough to know if
an animal was dead or not. Bert was a dead man.

I ran down the track to the road and across to
our neighbours, the Pearsons. Will Pearson
answered the door and I told him Bert was dead.

The rest of the day was a blur. Police came to
the farm. The local doctor certified that Bert
was dead although anyone could have told him
that. The undertaker removed the remains to his
Chapel of Rest.

"What happened to Bert?" I asked Sergeant Gilroy
of the Police.

"Well, son, it was a terrible accident. Your
brother slipped on some ice and fell back onto a
a sharp prong on a plough outside the barn". He
looked at me kindly. "There was nothing anybody
could have done for him".

The womenfolk of the district supplied me with
hot meals. We had a church service and Bert was
laid to rest in the boneyard. The grave diggers
hurried to fill in the hole before the ground
froze. My backside still throbbed a bit from that
leathering Bert had given me.

Mr Mirams the solicitor called into the
farmhouse. Bert had left everything to me in his
will. There was a problem because I was only 18
years old and so not legally entitled to inherit
until I was 21. In the meantime, the farm was to
be run by a manager.

That night, in bed, I scratched a scab on my
buttocks and thought of Bert. Tears flooded my
eyes and grief overwhelmed me. Sure, Bert had
been selfish and worse. But he'd been my brother.
It was so lonesome in bed without him. I cried
myself to sleep, my head resting on Bert's pillow
which was soaked with my tears.

               #2

The everyday routine of working on the farm
probably stopped me from slipping into the abyss
of depression. The solicitor sent a procession of
men who he thought would make good farm managers.
I was looking for another Bert and rejected all
of them.

Then one day a young traveller arrived at the
farm house. It was almost dusk. His van was full
of kitchen utensils and haberdashery. I didn't
need any of the goods he had to sell and he
looked a bit dejected when I told him that.

"Look, I'll be having my dinner shortly", I said
to him. "Just plain tucker but good and hot. Why
don't you stay and have a bite to eat with me?"

His eyes lit up.

"Thanks, Mister!"

"Call me Cecil. What's your name?"

"Sid".

We shook hands and went inside the house. I poked
the fire in the coal range and got a good fire
going. The casserole which had been simmering on
the range would soon be ready to eat. A thought
struck me.

"Would you like to have a bath, Sid? There's
plenty of hot water".

"Do you mind?"

"Of course not".

"I can't think when I last had a bath. Mind you,
I top and tail every morning. I wash my face
first, then my bum - and the wedding tackle". He
glanced at me. "I'm very particular about my
hygiene".

"I'm sure you are, Sid. It would be a pity to
waste all the hot water though".

I showed him the bathroom which was just off the
kitchen.

"I'd better go to the lavvy first".

He went outside and walked down the path to the
toilet. After a while he returned with some fresh
clothes from the van. He disappeared into the
bathroom. Soon, I heard the sound of running
water.

There was something about Sid. He looked younger
than me. I sensed an inate gentleness about him.

I set the table and did a few more inside chores.
Then I remembered that I hadn't given my visitor
a towel. I quickly got one from the airing
cupboard and went to the bathroom. I tapped on
the door.

"Sid, I've got a towel for you".

"Could you bring it in, please?"

The bathroom was misty with steam. Sid smiled up
at me.

"That was grand".

He stood up and I handed him the towel. He had a
skinny build. There was a small patch of pubic
hair over his uncut dick. He turned and I saw his
well-rounded, pink bottom.

"Dinner will be ready when you are", I said and
then went back to the kitchen to wait for him.

It was a clean and shiny version of Sid who
joined me at the table. His eyes lit up when he
saw the food. He tucked in with gusto. My own
appetite which had been absent since Bert's death
returned and I felt ravenously hungry.
Fortunately, there was more than enough for two
hearty appetites. My guest kept me entertained
with cheerful talk. He gossiped about the farm
women who were his customers. All good-humoured
tales. There was no malice in him.

I found myself able to tell Sid about Bert. He
listened intently. At one point, when my voice
quivered a bit, he reached out his hand and
gently placed it on my forearm.

"You've had a bad time of it", he said. "Let go
of it for tonight and you'll feel better in the
morning".

"Sorry to burden you with my troubles .."

"Shh. No need for that".

His hand stayed where it was, gently reassuring
me, until we got up to do the dishes.

Murgatroyd, the big old black farm cat, strolled
in. He inspected Sid and then began to purr. The
cat only purred when he breathed out so it was an
odd sound. He even let Sid pat him which was
almost unheard of. I put a big helping of raw
beef mince in his dish and Murgatroyd settled
down to eat it all up. Then he had a drink of
fresh milk.

I wound the clock and got ready to go to bed.

"Would you like to sleep in a bed tonight?" I
asked Sid.

"Normally I just bunk down in the back of the
van".

"It'd be no trouble".

"That would be great". He smiled at me. "Thanks,
Cyril".

I showed him the spare bedroom. He frowned.

"No sense in me dirtying the sheets, just for one
night. All right if I bunk in with you?"

"Sure", I said, leading the way to the bedroom.

We both stripped naked and climbed into the big
double bed. It was still daylight and the room
was not dark.

"Want to have some fun?" Sid asked.

"Fun" ?

"You know".

His hand reached over and stroked my penis.

"It won't do anything", I said. "Never has".

"Well, roll over, then".

'Here we go', I thought. My cheeks clenched like
they used to do with Bert. I rolled over anyway.
I felt Sid's hands gently massage my buttocks
until I relaxed. He rubbed his finger over my
wrinkled anus. Then he got into position and used
his warm moist tongue on my secret place. I felt
the warm tip of his tongue penetrate my anal
opening. Nothing else had ever felt so good. His
tongue made slurping noises as he introduced me
to this most carnal of pleasures. His hands
reached around and I felt his fingers gently
tweak my nipples. All the while his tongue
continued to bathe my fundament. I felt my penis
stir and harden.

"Stop!" I cried.

"What's the matter?" Sid's voice was muffled.

"My dick's gone hard".

"Good!", he said with satisfaction. My bum could
do with a rogering. Where do you keep the
petroleum jelly?"

"Uh?" I thought for a bit. "In the bathroom
cabinet".

Quick as a flash, Sid returned with the jar.
"Here, put this on your old fella". He crouched
on all fours with his bottom in the air. I could
see his pink rosebud inside his hairless crease.
Like a dream I positioned my greased nob against
it. He pushed back and my dick entered him with a
plop. I continued on until my nuts slapped his
arse-cheeks.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked, remembering what
Bert used to do to me.

"A little but that'll soon wear off. Does that
feel nice?"

'Nice!' My penis felt like it was lodged in a
hot, tight tunnel lined with the finest velvet.

"Yes," I replied.

Sid's inner muscles swirled around my manhood. I
started thrusting, slowly at first but then full
strokes. I knew enough not to want to hurt like
my brother had. I felt Sid responding by moving
under me. Nothing in my life had ever felt so
good. Then I felt my balls start to churn and I
squirted a big load of virgin spunk up Sid's
willing bum-hole. Fireworks exploded as I became
totally overwhelmed with the sensation of my
first orgasm.

I lay on top of Sid.

"Stay there", he said. "You'll be ready to go
again in a minute".

And I was!

Afterwards, I asked Sid if he wanted up me.

"No, ta. I'd like a wank though".

He put some petroleum jelly on my hand and I
gently tugged his erect penis. I found myself
kissing him right on the lips. I licked his
nipples. Eventually, he gave a groan and filled
my hand with his spunk.

Sid reached for the chamber pot which every home
had under their beds in those days. He did not
squat on the floor like I used to but used the
pottie so that I could see him expel my  seed
from his anus. I found that deeply erotic. Then
he climbed back into bed, I hugged him in my
arms.

My mind was at peace after the miracle of having
finally achieved an erection and emptying my nuts
in those wondrous orgasms. I didn't really
believe in miracles. I figured out that somehow
Bert had controlled me so much he turned me into
the feminine one. That was the reason why it had
never happened before. I held Sid tighter and we
both slept until morning.

Sid left after breakfast. What could I say to a
young man who had awakened my manhood and given
me an interest in living again?

"Goodbye Sid".

"'Bye Cecil".

We shook hands the way that strangers do and he
drove off in the van. I fed Murgatroyd again. He
tended to forget that he'd already eaten. Then
whistling a jaunty tune, I did my chores.

From Greg. unclegreg@yahoo.com