Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 15:42:14 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: Stewart's Ride Home-2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between adults and teenagers. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Bisexual / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t+ - - - - - Stewart's Ride Home - Part 2 I remember my hitch-hiking wasn't going too well one Friday afternoon - I had actually walked a couple of miles before an old Land Rover slowed down beside me. The driver asked me if I wanted a ride home. I told him that I lived in the next town over, and that I had missed the school bus. He said that I should be very careful, with my pretty-boy looks, about hitch-hiking between the two towns. Apparently, there were some pretty rum characters out on the roads. I agreed, with a smile, as I put my empty bottle of Coca-Cola into my satchel. I knew by the old man's smile that I had found a ride home, and some sex. He said he would give me a ride, but had to stop off at his farm to check on his two farmhands. I was in the Land Rover before he could put it into gear. He asked me about school, and if I liked it. He then asked me about my parents, and when were they expected me home. I told him my drama class had been cancelled, so I had a good two hours to spare. Some ten minutes later, he turned off the main road and down a side road. He said his farm wasn't that large, but it did manage to give him a good living. I asked him about his two farmhands, and wondered if they liked Coca-Cola. John was 22 years old and Frank was 24 years old; and yes, they both liked Coca-Cola. We pulled up in the middle of a well kept farm yard. Sam, the farmer, and I went off to check on the livestock. It appeared that the animals had been fed, but there was no sign of Frank and John. Sam didn't seem upset or surprised as we headed into the barn. I could hear laughter coming from a nearby stall. And when I got close enough, I saw two naked men standing in front of a naked boy. Sam just let out a sigh. He looked at me and said that his farmhands were at it again. I then saw the shape of his cock, inside his overalls, becoming erect. Frank and John looked at me and smiled. John, the one with his cock in the boy's mouth, asked who I was. Sam ignored the question and said that he wished they would stop abusing his grandson. Frank stepped forward, with his eight-inch cock swinging back and forth, and said, "Danny likes sucking cock, Sam. He's a chip off the old block." The two farmhands quickly gathered round me and wanted to know if I was going to join in the fun. I couldn't help but look at their thick, hard-standing cocks. Sam put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Give it a try, Stewart." Frank and John took my smile as an affirmative sign, so they stripped me naked and stood me alongside Danny. Danny knew exactly what to do. His tongue took charge of my growing cock and put it into his mouth. It felt great having the boy slurping and sucking on my stem. John laughed and said it could become addictive, if I didn't watch out. The two farmhands then held onto Danny's head to keep it from moving, and within seconds, I was shooting my load into the boy's mouth. Frank then pulled me away and pushed his cock into Danny's mouth, and groaned as he began pumping away. The old farmer asked me if I was alright, as he rubbed my lower back and arse. I told him I was really liking it. Sam could tell, by the way my cock was rock-hard, that I was enjoying this new form of group sex. So, when John mounted me, the farmer told me to just relax. I then felt his hand guide John's cock into my arsehole. I grunted as the rigid cock entered my accommodating hole. Sam removed his hand as John entered my arsehole. I could feel his stem getting thicker and harder; and with a hard thrust, he forced me to let out a loud yell. Sam said I was now John's new bitch-boy. Suddenly, my cock erupted as John's stem began pulsing inside me. And when he tried to dismount, I hit Frank on the left leg with a powerful jet of spunk. Sam said I was doing just fine, as he began to undress. Sam's uncut cock was a good nine inches long, and real thick. He told me to just stay where I was, until John had dismounted. He said he would look to see if John had done any damage. Clearly, he was getting ready to replace John's cock with his own. The minute John was off me, Sam spread my arse-cheeks and checked out my leaking hole. He then took hold of my hips and lifting me up, until I was standing upright. I couldn't believe that he was going to fuck me with his nine inch monster, but as soon as the cock-head was forced inside me, I was totally convinced. Sam took about three long strokes to get right inside. Initially, all I could feel was my arsehole being stretched to the max. However, that soon passed when the monster prompted me and Sam to start moaning in unison. The old man began grunting real loud as his cock erupted inside me. Frank and John couldn't believe how deep the cock was inside me. Sam continued to pump away, but soon slowed down when his cock began to shrink. The two farmhands just stared as Sam's cock as it fell out of my arsehole. I was sweating profusely, but this didn't stop Frank from forcing his cock inside me, and fucking me as fast as John had done. When Frank collapsed in a heap, Danny quickly replaced him. However, he didn't last any longer than his noisy friend. Sam helped me walk over to a water tap and hose. He quickly washed me down with ice-cold water, and then put the hose against my arsehole and cleaned me out. Smiling, he said he wanted to see me again. I smiled and nodded my head. ~ ~ ~ The next day, I spent most of the morning fucking David and Helen. Eric dropped by in the afternoon and fucked Helen, as David fucked me. "We need to be doing this more often," Eric said to Helen. "Yes," replied Helen. "I really like being fucked, while Dave fucks Stewart in front of me." ~ ~ ~ The following Saturday, I replaced Danny in the barn and was fucked by six men. Sam's friends really put me through the wringer that day. I ended up on a bed of straw bales, stretched out, and poked by six complete strangers in steady rotation. "Sam certainly knows how to pick 'em," said Stranger One. "The boy's a good replacement for Danny." "He sure is," said Stranger Two. "His bubble butt is so small and attractive." "Stop jabbering on, Vince," said Stranger Three. "Clear off and let me fuck his sweet hole." The men laughed as Vince dismounted and waited his turn again. I groaned as one man's body weight was replaced by another. I really thought that my body would leave an imprint in the straw, like a dead body outline. The men were cheering me on as they waited their turn. My arsehole would be really sore by the time Sam came back to the barn and called quits on the sex-romp. Suddenly, I realised that I had to make a decision about the up and coming summer holidays. Would I spend my six weeks with Helen & Co. or Sam & Co. at the farm? Sharing the two options would be ideal, but impossible to organise. Both groups wanted my arse and cock, but neither had the time to share. Luckily, I picked Sam & Co. because of the cocks available.