Date: Sun, 04 Jul 2004 18:02:06 +0200
From: Ian Hanks <ianhanksart@hotmail.com>
Subject: Josh: Shed Story

Shed Story

by Ian Hanks


Prologue

I turned around in the bed. He had finished showering. After a while he
came out. He was dressed and ready to go.

"Bye, Josh!"

I looked at him.

"Wait! When will you come and see me again?"

"Don't know! I think Sally is getting suspicious. So it might be a while."
He gave me a naughty smile. "But I'm sure you'll find some other guy to
fuck you! You queer folks seem to be good at finding someone for having
sex. So don't call! It might be a while but I'll contact you when it's safe
again."  Then he left.

Shit! Had I really believed that he might consider becoming my friend for
real? Had I just imagined that he might feel more than having his bisexual
fantasies come true with a goodlooking gay boy? He was the dude, the rugby
player, he was hot and he was cool. He would never really have wanted to
come out and let people know that he had an affair with another male
student on the same campus. Sure Sally would have killed him. But we might
have managed to stay toghether and cope with all the rumours at the
university.

Only there was was no "US". There was only him. The secret lover did not
really count! I had felt so good when he had approached me and sex with him
had been great. I had always admired him. But What had I been to him? Did
he care about me at all?

Weeks went by and he didn't call. Our policy of not really knowing each
other when we incidentily met in the hall or on the stairs became harder to
bear every day.  I was glad when Aunt Mary invited me over for a weekend in
the countryside.  I had always loved it there when I had been a little
boy. I'd run through the forests and go exploring.

The boys there never really liked me. Guess I was too much of a cityboy. So
there were no old friends I could meet there. But a few days away from the
campus might let me get over my disappointments with Greg.

I

Mary picked me up at the Station. She embraced me and hugged me, gave me
kisses and started talking and talking and telling me how good I looked. It
was no secret in my family that I was gay so she asked me if I had met any
interesting men. I told her I hadn't. I wasn't sure if that was a lie, but
though Greg was my lover in a way I had tried to convince myself that he
was little more than a bastard with a flat character.  She continued
talking and telling me that a cute boy would have to get the attention of
lots of gay men.

Sure -- I knew most people would see me as the sweet blond jeansboy and
would try to get a glimpse of my slender body. And with not even being 20
there would be many that would try to get more than a glimpse. For a boy my
age I was in good shape. I compared myself to some guys'pictures I had
found on the internet and was sure to be better looking than just average.

It was a long ride to her town. Town! It was more like a backwood
settlement with a few stores. Most of the inhabitants had little farms or
estates in the forests. Aunt Mary had a little farm that wasn't really used
anymore and her husband ran a factory several miles away. So she told me
about her kids and neighbours. I was hardly paying attention. The fresh air
and landscape were wonderful. I couldn't believe that I hadn't been here
for - what? 8 or 9 years?

The arrival wat far different than what I had expected. Instead of ignoring
my Aunt as she passed through "town" everyone seemed to monitor us
closely. She made a quick stop at the grocers to pick up some vegetables
she had ordered and let me wait in the car. I felt like a monkey in the
zoo. I felt like all the eyes of people passing by were fixed on me.

It was hard to act as if I ignored the looks and I didn't mention it when
Mary returned after a few minutes. I could imagine what was going on. I
figured that she had mentioned het cute gay nephew coming over for the
weekend to some friend of hers.  Rumours are said to run fast in these
little villages. Everyone must have known.

I didn't really care. It was just a weekend. Why would I mind people to
know I was gay? Everyone on campus knew. There were no secrets and I was
sure that in these few days I wouldn't meet any hostility in these few
days.  Dinner was excellent and we had a nice evening at her house. The
kids liked me and we spent hours talking and telling news and old stories.

I decided to go for a long walk on the next day and rediscover the woods
that I had explored as a boy. I told Aunt Mary what I was planning and she
answered that I was free to do whatever I would like, gave me a kiss and
said I'd make sure to be back for dinner at eight. She had invited some
friends over for Barbeque (and to come seeing little gay me, no doubt!!!).

Anyway -- I was on my way. I recognized some of the areas I wandered
through, especially the little stream a few meters behind the house. Back
then I was too small to see the rooftop. I felt far away from the house and
the stream was a river as huge as the Amazon to me. I was the hero to turn
it into a giant lake and made my fleets sail the oceans. Now I crossed it
with 3 steps and arrived in the endless wilderness. I cut through country
and passed by other memories of my chilhood days. It didn't take that long
that I reached unfamiliar terrain. The forest was new to me here.  Free
like a deer i continued my journey. After about half an hour I reached the
end of this part of the woods. Open willows were running down the gloaming
hills. The sun shone hot and there was a nice fresh breeze. Next to the
edge of the forest there was a dusty road. I decided to follow it to my
right, away from the direction of the settlement as far as I imagined.

I can't have walked more than ten minutes and was headed for another area
of forest when I noticed movement on ma left. There was someone working on
the fences. As I turned I saw a man. He was about 30 yards away in the
fields. His tanned body was glistening from the work in the sun and I could
see the muscles move. He was a real man! Not a young guy like Greg, not one
of those blown up softies like the men in the gay bars but a real hard
working man! What a sight! I forced myself not to stand there staring at
him. Just before I turned to walk further He looked up and caught me with
his eyes. I felt e heat coming up in me when he took out a cigarette and
lit it. Was I blushing? I had to go! I couldn't stay!

Feeling his eyes in my back I went on. Damn! Was this right? I remembered
some porn I had watched. In there someone in my position would have taken
of his shirt or played with his boner, at least he would have signaled he
was interested and then the two guys would have met without many words and
gotten right down do wild an crazy sex. I always liked those porns. The
acteurs looked hot and wild and their fucking went on for half an hour or
longer, though I was pretty sure that it was staged.

II

I walked on thinking about the porns, recalling the picture of the man I
had seen every now and then. I entered the forest again. After about a mile
there was a clearing up the hill in a willow. It looked like it was hardly
used. The boner in my pants made walking a bit uncomfortable and so I
decided to walk up there to play with it till it was satisfied.

The shed turned out te be quite large. It even had an attic level. From the
farside of the forest there was a little muddy way coming in, but it looked
as if noone had used it for months. I walked into the shed. There was a lot
of loose hay lying around.  But for the rest it looked pretty much deserted
and forgotten. Little chance anyone would come in here now that I decided
to play with myself.

I sat down on a pile of hay in the shadow and opened my pants and took out
my boner. It jumped in the air just like it was enjoying fresh air. It was
a bit dusty in here but still -- with this fine weather it felt good!

I closed my eyes and let myself float away on my dirty thoughts. They took
me far! It was as if I could see that man right in front of me, but this
time without his trousers.  His cock seemed huge and in my dream I
travelled over his sweating torso, imagining, the feeling and smell of
it. Oh, gosh! My boner went harder and harder just by thinking of him,
mixing him up with all the stuff I had seen. Oh, yes -- gone were all
thoughts of Greg! I fantasized about wild sex with my imagined lover,
taking all the time I wanted. It wasn't real, off course, but still I
enjoyed it.

I had managed to shoot my load on the floor in front of me. I didn't want
any cumstains on my shirt when I returned to Aunt Mary. I opened my eyes to
see it sink in and dry up on the floor of the shed. Only then I noticed
that there was a shadow in the open door. Wondering what it was I looked
up.

There he was, leaning against the post with a hay fork in one hand and
smiling down at me. Strange enough he somehow looked like Neptune, that
greek god of the seas.

"Good shot son!"

I felt embarressed.

"So you's the queer city boy?"

That confirmed what I had imagined.

"Too smart to talk to a simple farmer, are you?"

He walked in and came closer.

"No ... no ... I ... just .. I'm sorry ... I thought ...."

"Right, yes! Quiet enough around here for a quick wank."

What was he doing up here?

"I ... I didn't mean to tresspass, sorry, is ... does this shed belong to
you?"

"It's mine, allright! And you just took the freedom to just shoot your cum
all over the floor."

He seemed angry. I moved backwards, pressing myself to the timber wall.
He took another step towards me.

"No respect for other peoples property. Think that this is a land free to
fool around!?  Well -- there are people living here working these lands and
working hard and I think we have earned a little more respect from little
useless cocksuckers like you!"

Now I was afraid! What was he going to do? Hit me? Do what he always wanted
to if he met one of these cursed gay folks that he wasn't used to? Beat me
up and leave me bleeding in the woods like that guy that died a few years
ago, tied to a fence by some redneck bastards who even went unpunished?

He held me by the shirt pushing met to the timber wall with the points of
his rusty farm fork. He used them as pins, one of them at my cheek and
another pushing my shirt to the side so that it was incidently pointed on
my nipple.

"Blond little city boy wandering through the lovely green farmlands of the
countryside. Slim and not used to any kind of hard labour that it takes to
make a living out here, right!? But don't you worry: I know just how you
will make yourself useful around here."

"How ... how do you mean ...?" I was a bit confused.

"You'll see! I will make you sweat and feel every part of your body, son."

He slid my shirt over my shoulder while his big fork moved it away from my
chest. It just dropped on the ground. My back was pressed against the rough
timber wall of the shed. He came closer and let his eyes inspect me naked
torso. There was a wild lust in them as they slid oup over my nipples, my
neck and stopped at my trembling lips.

"What ... what do you want off me?"

"Don't you guys know? I'll show you!" With that he grabbed me by the neck
and turned me around, leading me further into the old shed. It got warmer
here, dark and so dusty from the hay that it was hard to breathe.

He led me to a corner, pushed me further with his chest and his legs
between mine.  Now I understood! It was going to be like in a porn! This
hunk certainly appeard to be straight but apparently even some men in the
countryside were intrested in a cute young guy like me.

"Where are we going?"

"Up!"

It was hard to get up the old aching ladder with a man grapping and shoving
me all the time. I was almost there when he made me stumble and pushed me
down on the old floor planks.

"Not as fancy as you must be used to, but it'll do for now."

This attic was dirty and empty except for a pile of empty sacks and
scattered straw.

He still had me down on ste top stair, leaning over me.  "Dontcha think,
son?  Romantic place to be, isn't it? A real countyside shed. For a good
countryside shagg!"

His loins were pushed against my bum and I could feel a hard strong cock
pressing against me. Shit! This was going to be serious! He teared my pants
and shorts down in one move, right down to my knees. Now I really was
exposed ... naked.  His hand was all over me, exploring my butt, my
body. It was so rough, not the gentle touch of love, but more as if he was
defining his ownership, marking me as his.

"You are right what I needed right now, son."

He guided me further into the attic, me stumbeling and crawling on all
four.  I lost my pants somewhere on the way.

I was scared shitless. Sure I had known what it was going to be ever since
he had grabbed my arm downstairs. But now that he had me on all four,
controling my by just resting one hand on my hip it was a hole different
story. I could only guess what he was doing with his other hand.

"You ready, boy?"

I finally dared to try and look over my shoulder, but couldn't see much
except for his torso that was scaringly close. He had a cigarette in one
corner of his mouth and his rough face didn't show a trace of excitement.
It seemed quite normal to him to take a boy up to the shed and fuck him.
Did he? Was this a first time for him, his first boy to fuck or did he do
this more often? Were there boys around here who would sleep with guys?

"Speechless? Then I guess it's time to get going, isn't it?"

I felt his hot wet cockhead slipping up and down between my buns. He was
smiling and taking another draw from his Camel.

"What are you staring at? Bit too late to get out of it now, isn't it?
Wanna puff before I start?"

"No ... no thanks! I ... do not smoke ..."

"Whatever. By the way ..."

A shock ran through my body. Was that what ... I had to scream but I
couldn't get enough air. Without any hesitation he had just pushed in his
cock. It hurt like hell! My muscle was just forced open and his rod moved
his way deep into me.

"... no point in screaming. Noone around anyway."

He had done it. He had started. It had been so quickly that I could hardly
sort out what I had felt when he had started penetrating my butt.  The head
of his cock had come closer and closer to my hole, the hot meat nudging
against the skin of my entrance. Then, in one hard stroke, it had easily
widened my muscles and penetrated my innocent virginity. The pain was
excrusiating. His rod was hard like a rock and I could feel every vein of
his shaft as it moved along my inside.  The man had stopped for an instant.

"Nice tight cherry, man. You city fags don't seem to have a lot of sex!"

He was right there! It had been a while since Greg had visited me, so my
ass had become quite tight again.

"No problem son, you'll get used to it and if not ... I'll just do you till
you are."

He moved behind me, letting his rough hand slide across my back. Then, very
slowly he pushed in deeper. His cock felt like a mile long. It must have
been a lot bigger than Greg's. The further he drove it in the harder it
pushed inside me forcing its way open.  I had no idea how big his cock must
have been, but that there was enough of space in me to take it was kind of
exciting. However it still hurt when I felt his balls and stomach.

"Like it? Sure you do!"

I hadn't said anything. But ... as a matter of fact ... it was. I felt his
hard shaft inside me. My hole was wide and stretched around it.  His hand
held my hips as he drew his cock out again, not all the way, his head was
still inside. And so he slowly started fucking.

With deep thrusts he moved in and out and it was far better than what Greg
had done!  There was one other mayor difference that slowly slipped into my
head: I had always insisted on Greg using a condom! Shit! This was raw and
bareback! I tried to find some words to make him stop. It was too late
anyway. If anything was there, if he would have been carrying the virus or
any other disease it was far too late to stop it.  Then the chance I might
fetch something was all the same and I didn't have a condom with me. So
what was the point in interrupting him? It wouldn't make sense to end this
anyway and it was getting better the faster he got! Instead of
disappointing him and ending all this with silly complaints I encouraged
him. I had a fine repertoir of dirty talk. Greg had always loved it when I
used it.

He paused.

"Whatcha think you're doing, kid? Is that the crap that you learn in the
city? Is that what you're studying? Well -- it sucks! So better bite your
lips and shut up!  I don't like that kind of swearing! I just want to fuck
you! That's all! So if you want to make yourself fel like a whore just
think what you wanna think but shut the fuck up!"

That was to the point!

"Understood?"

"... sure .. yes .."

"Right!"

For a second I had been afraid that I had scared him off, but now he
continued and soon he had found his rythm again. His cock pressed in and
slipped out and I felt a liquid running down my legs. That couldn't have
been his cum. What was it? I had no idea. This was new! I felt no pain so I
let him go on.

He got faster. His cock didn't enter really far any more but he started
fucking like a rabbit. Jeez -- I wonderd if my thin skin would withstand
this or if it would tear open.  Anyway -- it felt great and he just got in
far enough to hit my prostate slightly. This drove me to further extacy and
soon long drops of precum were hanging down from my semi-erect dick.

A few more thrusts of his, deep and further inside than he had gone before,
deep but slower than beforeand I could feel his seed shooting into me. It
burst out of him and the release of his load made him moan in pleasure. He
kept his cock in me and it was as if he had been petrified.

He slowly started moving again, letting his cock slip out. He sank down on
the hay just beside of me and grabbed his pack of cigarettes.  I rolled on
my side and looked at him.

"Sure you don't want to smoke? Best thing after sex!"

"No thanks, really! ... isn't it dangerous to light a cigarette in here?
It's so dry it could burn down!"

"Don't worry kid! Damn! You city folks are so afraid of everything. I know
what I am doing. As long as you are carefull nothing will happen. It's just
a silly panic of people who don't know hat they are talking about!"

"It's your shed! I just don't want to end up like a burnt piece of meat
that is left on the barbeque."

He smiled and blew a big cloud of smoke in my direction.

"That would be a shame, now! Such a pretty boy like you all ruined! You are
far better fresh and raw!"

"I never thought I'd meet a gay man out here to appreaciate it."

"Haha! Sure I do! I'll give you all the appreaciating you'd need!"

"uh ... it is appretiation, it's called appretiation?"

"Whatever, smartass. We don't use expensive words around here. Fuck you,
that's what I mean!"

"Thought you didn't like this kind of talk?"

"Makes you sound like a slut, or some cheap hustler ..."

"Okay?"

"And I prefer a boy to be ... you know? A boy, just a normal boy."

"And I am not normal when I talk like that?"

"You are more like a whore when you talk like that, not like an innocent
guy that I picked up wandering through my forest."

"If you want innocent you are a bit late."

"I know, but no reason to remind me of that. You're a nice kid. A bit of a
weakling but perfect to fuck."

"You do that often? Have sex with a young guy?"

"Not often enough. There is not that many guys around here who are into
that. Most of them are young and soon leave, because they think that life
in a big city is better for queer folks. So I don't get a chance to have
good sex very often. Most of them are scared when they have sex with me.
They want cock, but they don't want a mature man to come with it."

What was wrong with a mature man? The guy next to me really didn't look
that bad.  Okay -- his face wouldn't really pass as cute or tender looking,
but his body was great!

"Why is that? I think you look great!"

That was a bit of a lie now. What else could I say?

"... and you sure know how to use that tool between your legs."

I had another look at it. It was wet and shining and seemed to start
jumping and get harder again.

"Most boys think it's to big for them."

I let my finger run across his hairy chest and gave him the most lustful
look I could put on -- "I loved it!"

His cigarette was almost done. He looked at me and smiled.

"Then you wouldn't mind having some more? Now that we're at it anyway?"

"I'd love it!"

"See you around, son!"

With this he walked down the hill and into the direction of the field that
he had been working on. No name, no adress, no number, hell not even a
kiss! Even Greg had kissed me every now and then! He just left me there. It
must have been late afternoon by the position of the sun. For how long had
he fucked me? Christ! The dinner! I couldn't be late and disappoint Aunt
Mary. I had to clean up. The best thing was to climb up to the attic and
whipe the drops on my legs and butt off with the empts sacks up there --
even though they were dirty.

Hastily I put on my shirt again and jumped into the slippers and pants that
I had collected up in the attic. I adjusted my clothes as I was tumbeling
through the forest in the direction of Mary's farm. I just kept on going,
figuring that sooner or later I would run into the stream that I had played
in. Where the hell was I?

I was lucky! After an hour or so I had reached it. I was really thirsty, so
I just drank the fresh water and also rubbed some of it ito my face. It was
cold an refreshing. I realized I was only a bit down from the house and as
expected walked right into the garden. Mary's husband was already in the
garden preparing the barbecue. A long table was prepared and several salads
were covered with foile.

"Ah! Thee you are, Josh! Mary started to worry, you might be lost in the
woods! Had a nice walk?"

"Yes, thanks, Jerry! Had a great time!" ... if only he knew how great!

"Perfect! Guess you must be hungry! Should be plenty of time for a shower.
We've got enough meat out here to satisfy a hord of lions!"

I said "Hi!" to Mary and hurried upstairs to take a shower. I take all the
time to get everything really clean. Back at the guestroom I was wondering
what I should wear.  There was an old mirror there in the door of the
closet and I stared at myself. Sure!  Still looked good! Even though having
sex with that stranger made me feel like a whore somehow. But then again --
wasn't that the way Greg had treated me? I looked at my own reflection as
if I wanted to hypnotize myself. No! There was nothing wrong with what had
happened. I was young, gay and single. All I had done was to have a bit of
fun. Well -- a lot of fun, actually, but who would complain about that?

What would I wear? Those folks that were invited probably all knew that I
was the queer boy. So should I play the decent kid with soft feelings or
the naughty city slut that fulfilled their image (and maybe matched who I
really was!!!).  Damn! I should have brought my short red shirt that
exposed my flat stomach! I decided to wear shorts and that soft lumberjack
shirt, finishing with a smaal tight necklace. Didn't know where it actually
came from, but it had something tribal, maybe native american or caribbean!
Some gel to style my hair ... perfect! Boy-ish! Cute!  I wasn't sure what
the visitors would think of me, but I liked myself like this.

I hopped out into the garden. There were at least 20 nieighbours and their
kids out there. I felt that everyone was watching me. My aunt introduced me
to all of them and there was a lot of flat chit-chat. It was as if I could
read in their eyes: "He's gorgeous, a shame he's a pervert!" Anyway -- the
little party was allright. Some of the neighours arrived later in the
evening, but what really surprised me was when my hot lover pulled in with
a fat old Lady next to him in the car, his mom as I learnt.  Aunt Mary
introduced me to them. He acted as if nothing had happened, but I noticed
some lustfull sparkling looks every now and then. His mother told me all
about their farm and that they had the best prize bulls in the region. I
took this chance to get close to him again when she offered me I could come
and see their pride. Her son,Thomas, would pick me up the next day. He
smiled! He knew what we would be doing as well as I did!

I looked at him as often as possible without getting too suspicious. Most
of the time he looked back, acting casual. Jeez! I wanted to be alone with
him right now! It was as if I could still feel him inside me. This garden
party lasted far too long for a boy with a vivid imagination.

Thomas and his mom left after a few hours and they both shook my hand. I
was sure noone noticed the tension when we touched. I got a hardon by even
looking into his eyes.

Some time after midnight I finally managed to satisfy myself in the
guestroom, shooting my load all over myself and dreaming off him. Tomorrow
....  tomorrow I would be his once more. I guess you can imagine how vivid
my dreams were that night. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of my older
lover and my butt still ached in the morning. Not long now, ... not long.


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