Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2004 20:17:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: Oliver Jennings <southwest_ollie@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Halstock (Part 2)

Halstock (Part 2 of 2)
(c) Oliver Jennings, 2004

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It was Sunday morning - the last day of the October half term - and we'd
planned to have an early start to pick some mushrooms.  There's a small
woodland near to Rob's farm and he said he knew a small dell where wild
mushrooms grow during the cool, humid Autumn nights.  He said he could
reliably identify the edible ones from the more potent species.  It's
important to be early, though, for as soon as the warm sunrays hit them,
they dry out and collapse.

I'd agreed to go along, even though it meant getting up at five in the
morning, because it sounded like I might find out, indirectly and
inadvertently of course, which mushrooms had hallucinogenic properties.  I
knew I couldn't pick any there and then, but I could always return at a
later date, couldn't I...?

William went along because - well, you can guess why William went along...

We turned up at the farmhouse at about a quarter to six, expecting Rob to
be awake and ready for us.  The house was in darkness, though.

I muttered, my voice still sounding a little croaky from the early start,
"That's typical - he goes on about us getting our arses here on time, and
then he goes and has a lie-in.  Now it looks like we've got to wake the
whole house up..."

William shook his head.  "No we don't... they hang a spare key above the
back door..."

I didn't ask how he knew that.

I said, "Well, we'll have to wake his missus up when we wake him... there's
no way we can avoid that..."

Again, William dismissed that.  "He sleeps on a camp-bed in the living room
when he has an early start... so as not to disturb her..."

I smiled, wondering how many early starts Rob had been claiming to have
this week so that he could entertain William in the living room in the
small hours.

We walked down the hallway to the living room door but, before I could put
the light on, William stopped me in the doorway.  He was looking into the
room, giggling.  Then he turned to me and whispered, "He's still
sleeping..."

"So?"

He giggled again.  "His knob's out..."

I shrugged incredulously and repeated, "So?"

He kept grinning.  "So... it's funny..."

He let me look into the room and there was Rob, dimly lit from the light in
the hallway, fast asleep on the camp- bed with the bed sheets pushed away
from him.  His boxer shorts were unbuttoned and pulled open, revealing his
soft, limp cock and loose saggy balls in all their glory.  Perhaps his
underwear had come open in his sleep, or - more likely, given that he was
still holding onto the television remote control - he'd enjoyed a little
fun with his right hand and his video recorder last thing last night.

William walked over to him and I thought he was going to wake him up.  But
he just stood staring at him, especially at his cock, and then looked up at
me, grinning more broadly.

He said, "Do you reckon we could get him hard in his sleep?"

I shrugged again.  "I dunno... d'you wanna try?"

He giggled slightly.  "It'd be funny..."

I couldn't see how exactly, but I nodded anyway.  His reaction to what was,
in my experience of waking my mates up, a not-exactly-unusual occurrence,
was kind of intriguing.

He said, "D'you wanna give it a go?"

I shook my head.  "Naah... my hand's too cold... it'd make it go softer..."
Then I paused and casually added, "Why don't you have a go?"

He looked a little apprehensive; like this might be going a step too far.
We were both aware that we'd be back in class tomorrow, among our regular
friends, and talk of William and his farmer friend might spread quickly.

I wanted to see him do it, though.  I wanted to know that my suspicions
about the two of them weren't just the result of my over-active
imagination.

So I gave him that little push he needed.  I said, smiling, "I bet you
can't make him get a stalk-on within a minute..."

That was encouragement enough.  I was, effectively, offering myself as
being partly to blame if word got out a bit this.  It had been my
suggestion; or that's how he could put it in his defence.

He knelt down next to Rob and slowly and carefully rubbed his flaccid cock.
Rob groaned quietly in his sleep but didn't move.  William took this as a
positive sign and wrapped his fingers around Rob's stem, continuing his
gentle rubbing actions.

The farmer's cock began to slowly develop, lengthening gradually and
becoming noticeably more solid.  He groaned again but this time it sounded
more like a pleasurable sigh.

William looked up at me, his eyes alight with excitement.  He chuckled,
"It's so weird to have it growing in my hand... it's got a life of it's
own!"

I smiled and he returned to caressing the enlarging organ.  His strokes
became more masturbatory when the cock had grown to a size which
accommodated this.  His face moved further towards it and he licked his
lips in fascination at it's rapid growth.

He craned his neck so that he was breathing right on it as it surpassed six
inches, then seven.  He seemed to be inhaling its scent as his fingers
worked rapidly up and down the thickening length of it.  Precum started to
dribble from the slit in the head of it and Rob groaned a low, long sigh of
intense pleasure.

William saw and smelt the precum, licking his lips again, and I thought,
"You've sucked this before and you want to suck it now..."

At that moment I became absolutely certain that the two of them had been
playing around together.  I wondered how far it had gone between them;
whether the sucking had led on to more intimate penetrations yet.

William's hand began to quicken and he now wanked the huge cock rapidly and
forcefully.  Rob's breathing started to quicken, a low panting sound
developing to the same rhythm as William's fist, and he shifted position in
his sleep so that his legs were more widely spread.  The lower extremity of
the crack between his buttocks was now visible between his balls and the
mattress of the camp-bed.  Rob groaned again and moved his right leg
further to the side so that his cleft opened slightly.  He was, evidently,
a guy who liked easy access to his arsehole while he was being pleasured,
even when he was barely conscious of it.

I broke William's almost hypnotic trance as he stared at his hand gliding
quickly up and down Rob's cock, by saying, "Looks like I lost my bet..."

William looked up at me, a small puzzled smile on his face.  He'd been too
immersed in what he was doing to understand what I was talking about.

I added, "He's a big boy..."

William laughed and said, almost under his breath, "You wanna try tay- "

I smiled back at him, waiting for him to complete his sentence, but he just
looked back at the cock he was continuing to masturbate as if he hadn't
spoken.

I thought, "'You wanna try tay-'?  What the hell was he about to say?"

I said, "I'll make the three of us some coffee."  The kitchen was just down
the hallway.

And I left William to it.  I expected him to wake Rob up and for the two of
them to laugh about what William had done.  I didn't want to be around when
that happened: Rob might be embarrassed and pissed off to have me intruding
on something sexual between them.

While I stood waiting for the kettle to boil, I kept thinking about what
William had said.  "You wanna try tay-" What could have been about to
follow that?

I didn't hear sounds of Rob waking up so I crept back along the hallway and
peered through the crack between the the living room door and its frame to
see what was going on.

William was, as I'd half-expected, feasting on Rob's engorged cock, lapping
at its slick, slippery head like a kitten at a bowl of milk, and then
slurping his lips up and down as much of its eight inch stalk as he could
take.  His hand was moving between Rob's balls and his arse cheeks:
kneading and caressing the former and then moving down to work a finger
gently into the cleft of the latter.

He kept looking up at the door, listening for sounds of the kettle
switching off and me reappearing with the coffee, and then returning to
lick and suck at the cock in front of him.

He'd occasionally look up at Rob's face and say, with a chuckle, "Come on,
I know you're awake by now..."

But when Rob's face betrayed no sign of consciousness and his cock throbbed
insistently for more, William would mutter, "Okay... this'll do it..." and
he'd try a different technique with his mouth, probing Rob's arse more
deeply with his finger as he did so.

The kettle switched off with a loud click so I crept back to the kitchen to
pour the coffee.  As I did so, I thought, "He was about to say, 'You wanna
try taking it in your mouth...'"  He was clearly well practised at it.  But
then, as I stirred sugar and milk into the drinks, I wondered if maybe the
comment had been intended for the hole at the other end of his body.  After
all, penetration through the rear would be pose quite a significant problem
when you were dealing with a guy of Rob's build.

I headed back into the living room with a couple of mugs for the two of
them.  As I expected, the two of them had, by now, prepared themselves for
my arrival.  Rob was sitting up on the campbed, with the sheets pulled
across the large and obvious rod between his legs, while William grinned at
him and then me.

Rob said, glancing down at the bulge he was making, "Looks like your mate
has a knack for getting me going..."

I handed him his coffee with a nod and a smile.

Rob continued, "Don't know what I was dreaming of... must've been someone
nice..."

He looked up at William and they both grinned coyly at each other.

I thought, "Oh, Jesus.  Pass the fuckin' sick-bag..."

I left them to get my own coffee and by the time I returned with it, Rob
had got up from his bed and was getting dressed.  He tucked his large
erection, which was still wet from William's mouth, into his briefs with
some difficulty while William looked on with the same fascination that he'd
shown earlier.

After he'd pulled on a few clothes and we'd finished our coffee, the three
of us set out to go mushrooming.

I remember that, on the way home that evening, William had asked me not to
tell anyone about the fact he'd wanked Rob off on the camp-bed that
morning.

I'd shrugged and muttered, "I've no reason to..."

He'd laughed, obviously relieved, and said something like, "Yeah... I don't
want people thinking I'm like your mate Simon..."

I'd turned to face him and asked, "And what's my mate Simon like?"

William had laughed again, a little more nervously, and said, "You
know... a bit gay..."

I'd stopped right there and he had too.  I'd replied in a slow and quiet
voice.  "Look mate.  You've a much better chance of me shutting up about
seeing you suck the farmer off in his sleep this morning if you keep my
mate Simon out of this... I don't care what you get up to, but you're not
gonna try and pull attention away from your own sexuality by knocking
his..."

William flushed and looked taken aback, but he nodded.

And that's pretty much the story of what happened at Halstock, save for two
postscripts.

I kind of like the fact these happened, even though both of them were
completely accidental and are - in a way - almost incidental to the story.
They're proof that the two guys kept meeting up and that their relationship
had continued to develop: proof that William hadn't been preyed upon by the
evil, older farmer; and that, conversely, Rob hadn't been seduced and then
discarded by the devious, good-looking youth.

The first postscript took place the next year in the April.  I was taking
my dog for a walk over at Sutton Bingham which is a few miles from Rob's
farm at Halstock.  The place is a nature reserve set around a small,
man-made lake.  In the car park, I noticed Rob's Landrover and then, there,
near the toilets, William's bike chained up.

I thought, "Ah ha!"

A walk along the lakeside yielded no sign of them until I got to the bird
sanctuary at the far side of the lake.  There, I saw them through the
trees.  William was sitting on the low branch of a tree, Rob was standing
facing him.  They were deep in conversation but I couldn't hear what they
were saying.

I hung around for a while and, after a few minutes, Rob walked up to
William and kissed him on the lips.  William smiled appreciatively.
Perhaps he'd been telling him something upsetting; he looked like he was
pleased to receive the affection.

The two of them had stayed like that, Rob between William's legs as they
talked and kissed among the trees.  Then, over the next five minutes or so,
Rob's movements became gradually more sexual and it became obvious that he
was developing an erection as his crotch rubbed against William's.  He
started to hump the younger man, gently at first and then more roughly, and
their cocks ground together through the material of their trousers.

They began to kiss more passionately and William grabbed the back of Rob's
jeans, squeezing his buttocks through the thick denim as their mouths
worked against one another.

When Rob pulled back and began to unbutton William's trousers and pull down
his briefs, I felt it might be time for me to leave.

I got my third glimpse of William's bright red pubic hair, looking almost
like it was burning in the rays of the late afternoon sunshine, as Rob went
down on him and hungrily ate the teenager's erect cock.

I left them to it, retracing my footsteps away from the bird sanctuary and
back along the lakeside.

My final encounter with them must have taken place a couple of years later.

My mother had - somehow - become friendly with William's mother and had
offered to water the plants in their house while her and her husband were
on holiday.

One Saturday, having just arrived back home from university, I'd been given
the job of going over there to do the deed.

I remember that I'd whined at my mother about it, asking something like,
"Why can't William do it, where's he?"  The house was a good half mile
away, after all.

"He's up in Birmingham," she'd snapped.  "He's got a job for the summer so
he's staying up there in his university digs."

So I'd had to walk over to the house, let myself in and water the plants
that had been left in a large huddle on the kitchen window sill.

The first thing that had alerted me to the fact that the house may not have
been empty had been the empty wine bottles and discarded takeaway cartons
littered around the kitchen sink.  At first I'd assumed they must have been
there since William's parents had gone on holiday, but there was no mould
growing inside the foil containers and the remnants of the sauce smelled
quite fresh.

Then I heard the low drone of male conversation coming from upstairs.

I guess my opening the door and turning the tap on to fill the watering can
had disturbed their sleep, although they hadn't been aware of the reason
they'd awoken.

I finished watering the plants, quietly, wondering who might be upstairs
but unwilling to venture a look in case William's parents had returned
early.  Just as I was about to leave, I heard the toilet flush.

Then I heard William shout, "D'you want a coffee, Rob?"

And Rob reply, "If you're asking if I want something hot and wet trickling
down my throat, the answer's yes.  But I'm not talking about a coffee."

William laughed and I'd heard his footsteps beat quickly across the landing
as he'd ran back into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed.  The two of them
had wrestled, giggling, with the bedsprings squeaking like a trapped rat.

I guess I could have left then but I was intrigued as to what might be
going on between the two of them.  By this stage, two years after that week
on the farm, I was getting more interested in the stuff guys get up to in
bed together and had even played around in that direction myself a little
in my first year at uni, so the thought of taking another look at the
affection between Rob and William, who must by now be comfortable with
their sexualities and more at ease about the physical side of their
relationship, was both appealing and arousing.

I sneaked up the first few stairs, as slowly and as silently as I could,
hearing their laughter turn to kisses and their slapping and tickling turn
to caresses and masturbatory rhythms.  William's bedroom seemed to be the
one, from the sounds coming from behind the door, at the top of the stairs.

Halfway up I hesitated, frozen, as they stopped their foreplay and started
discussing condoms.  I really expected one of them to emerge from the
bedroom door, en route to the bathroom to fetch a packet, and to look down
the stairs straight at me.

But they found some in William's bedside cabinet and, when they'd finished
tearing a sachet open and squirting lube onto fingers, I slowly continued
my ascent.

The sounds of the bedsprings started up again, creaking and squealing in a
rapid rhythm, and I heard William gasping.

I thought, "Wow... he's getting his arse fucked by Rob..."  My cock began
to lengthen in my boxers.  I had to see this.

I crept up the last few steps and onto the landing in front of William's
bedroom door.  The door was slightly ajar - they thought there was no-one
in the house to overhear them - but I didn't dare peer around it.  One of
them was bound to see me no matter how absorbed they were in what they were
doing.

I noticed a small hole at the top of one of the upper panels in the door.
The doors in the house were waxed pine, which was at that time starting to
become fashionable, and the hole was made by a knot which had fallen out of
the grain in the wood.

The sounds inside the room were growing louder and faster.

I heard Rob whisper, his voice shaky as if he was a state of intense
pleasure, "Does that feel good?"

And William gasp, "Yeah... fantastic...."

I thought, for the second time, "I must see this!"

I stood on tip-toes to look through the hole - it was right at the upper
extreme of the panel - and looked into the room.

I saw Rob's head and upper body moving back and forth with the same rapid
rhythm as the squeaking of the bedsprings.  He was side-on to me, facing
the wall and the head-board, and his eyes were closed in an expression of
bliss.

I craned upwards to look at what was going on further down and my feet
began to ache with the strain.  I expected to see William on all fours on
the bed, taking Rob's cock between his red-freckled bum cheeks, but was
surprised to see his hands reaching upwards to caress Rob's stomach and
chest.  He must be in a different position, I figured.  This could be even
more interesting than I'd hoped...

I strained further upwards and managed to peer down at Rob's waist.  When
William momentarily pulled his hands away from his chest, I saw Rob's cock
bobbing around in front of his stomach, as stiff as a pole and looking even
longer and thicker than it had that morning on the camp-bed.

I thought, "He isn't fucking William... what's going on, then?"

Reaching the absolute upper limit of how tall I could make myself, I
managed to look down at them right to the mattress.

I realised that I'd got it the wrong way round.  Rob was riding William's
cock: the condom had been for the younger man to penetrate the older.

Rob started bobbing up and down more forcefully and, pushing William's left
hand away from his chest so that he could gain access to his own cock, he
started masturbating himself quickly.

William gasped, "You getting close?"

Rob was almost panting.  "Yeah... on the way..."

William stopped Rob's movements and held his lover steady.  Rob kept
masturbating himself but looked down at William quizzically.

William said, "I want to fuck you from behind... I don't think I can cum
like this..."

Rob smiled at him.  "Your favourite position..."

William chuckled.  "Too right..."

Rob pulled himself up and off William's cock, and his arse released it with
slurp and a fart.

Then he and William changed positions on the bed.  Rob bent over on all
fours on the mattress, his backside towards William and his head nearly
touching the headboard.  William raised himself upright and, kneeling down
at the foot of the mattress, positioned his cock in front of Rob's
buttocks.  Even in the dim light of the room, the ginger of his pubes
looked warm and bright.  His cock arched upwards from them, eagerly and
expectantly, with a thin spattering of brown slime glistening on the rubber
of the condom.

He grabbed Rob's hips and slid his cock smoothly into the older man's
arsehole.

Rob gasped sharply and William asked, "Is that okay?"

Rob exhaled, slowly and deeply, and replied, "It's fine... no, actually,
it's fantastic..."

William laughed, "This isn't just my favourite position, then..."  His cock
started to thrust, fairly rapidly, in and out of Rob's arse.

"I guess not," the farmer grunted, beginning to pant with the pleasure of
feeling William's cock moving in and out of him.  "Although me fucking you
like this would beat it hands down..."

William chuckled again.  "Next time, mate, next time..."  Then he began to
buck his hips roughly and with a pretty fast rhythm as he set about fucking
his lover in earnest.  They started panting and gasping in unison and Rob's
hand returned to his own cock to masturbate himself back towards his own
orgasm.

I was fascinated, as I watched the two of them enjoying some fairly rough
and intense sex together, by what William had said.  I assumed, when I'd
first realised that Rob was being fucked by William, that this was the way
they must always do it: the younger guy penetrating the older.  To hear
that they exchanged positions and that both of them, apparently, enjoyed
both orientations was quite a revelation to me.

The couple of guys I'd fucked at uni - both the result of brief, drunken
encounters - had simply accepted my preference to want to penetrate rather
than be penetrated and I'd presumed that gay sex must always be so
clear-cut.  I'd gone back to their places, played around a little with
them, then bent them over and fucked them: I'd simply accepted that that
must be how gay guys like it.

To hear that William and Rob both enjoyed the giving as well as the
receiving was something of an eye-opener.  It was interesting both as a
simple piece of information, something to know for Trivial Pursuit games
kind of, but also from a personal point of view.  Future encounters with
other men, were there to be any, might be intriguingly different; new,
slightly scary but undeniably arousing, possibilities were opening up...

Rob came first, spraying his torrents of semen all over the bed-sheets,
with William close behind in thick pursuit.  While they were cumming,
William bent over his lover, wrapping his arms around his chest as he
pumped his own seed into the man's arse.  The two of them panted and
grunted like a couple of rutting pigs.

Then, as their orgasms subsided and their breathing became quieter, William
kissed the back of his lover's neck and whispered, "That was fantastic... I
love you, Rob..."

Rob smiled, unable to turn and face his partner, and whispered, "I love you
too, mate..."

They lay like that for a few seconds and I started creeping back down the
stairs.

I heard Rob say, "Now get your knob out of my fuckin' arse... I need a
crap!"

And William laughing loudly and calling him disgusting.

They said more to one another but by then I was halfway across the hallway
and, when I heard the bedroom door open and the two of them emerging from
it, I was on the way out the back door.

I haven't seen either of them since.  I heard that Rob had sold the farm at
Halstock a few years ago and that he and wife were splitting up.  Maybe he
moved in with William; maybe he went off alone.

I kind of hope, in my overly-optimistic and cloyingly-romantic way, that
the two of them are still together, living together somewhere with Rob's
daughter coming to stay with them sometimes.  That she accepts that her
dad's got a new, red-headed, lover who happens to be male and that the
three of them enjoy being around one another.

Sorry, sorry - I should have kept that last thought to myself, shouldn't I?
Now I've got you reaching for the sick-bag...!

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