Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 00:14:49 -0800 (PST)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: The yard

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