Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2023 04:23:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Nick Hermse Subject: Belgium bikeride - chapter 5 (gay - encounter) This story is a work of fiction, it features man on man adult sex, if you're under the legal age or if it's illegal in the area where your living STOP reading any further. Although some places are based on real locations, the people and situations are pure fictional. Any resemblance to existing people are sheer coincidental. If however you do know a person portrait or know of a situation described in my story please do not hesitate to contact me the author, I do like to hear about those adventures myself. Although Nifty is free, they can use any support to continue the service we enjoy so much. So by all means donate if possible. I woke to the sound of my 9 AM alarm. I jumped under the shower and did a quick checkup of my nether regions. I saw no damage, no evidence, I felt no more burn and no pain. I tried as good as I could to rinse myself out I didn't want any keepsakes from my last encounter. I went down for breakfast and encountered this charming older lady. As we where the only people in the room we started a conversation. We exchanged stories about our lives and plans for the nearby future. Just some basic chit chat. At ten thirty I packed my luggage and checked out. On my way to Kortrijk. I had to retrace a part of my journey yesterday to reach the road towards my destination. At a familiar road crossing my GPS directed me to go this way but after zooming out a little I noticed it was giving me the same zigzag directions of the day before. I really need to look into my settings when I'm in Kortrijk. Anyhow, I ignored my GPS for the moment and made my own choice of direction close to the way I needed to go. After a couple of kilometers I dared to trust my GPS again. It hadn't alarmed of faulty directions or anything for the last half hour so I must be on the right track again. This time my path went through rural country. Soft rolling slopes with corn, grains or cattle. It was a nice gentle ride. *BEEP* ...... *BEEP* ....... *BEEEEEEEP* *BLIB* What the hell is wrong now? I looked down at my GPS and saw it had died. In all my consternation of the day before I had forgotten to recharge my device. What am I to do now? I'm stranded in the middle of Belgium. Not a town or village to see. Nothing but crops, sheep, cows and me. Depressed I sat down on a fence and lit a cigarette. (No I'm not promoting smoking. I know it's a bad habit and it's bad for you. Do not start smoking.) "Comfy?" Startled in my pondering of my next move I looked behind me. I must have become crossed eyed. I had double vision. Two identical guys were standing at the edge of the meadow. Two sets of aquamarine eyes set in a long face with a splattering of freckles around the nose under a crop of half-long strawberry blond hair where looking at me. Both wearing green rain boots, denim overalls and bare chested. "Wow, sorry. I hadn't seen you." "So we noticed." "Is it not allowed for me to sit here? I'll move away if you want me to." "Relax. It's no problem." "We were just wondering ... " "... if you had trouble with your bike. ..." "Like a flat or something." It was eerie how they finished each others sentences. "Well no and yes. No I don't have a flat tire and yes I have a problem but with my GPS. It died on me just now." The guys looked at each other, gave a nod and turned back towards me. "If you like you can come with us to the farm." "There you can recharge your GPS." "And we'll make you a cup of coffee." "Or something else." "If it's not inconvenient for you I would like to take your offer." "We live just up ahead." "Follow us." As we walked down the road I took a better look at them. Between them I couldn't see any difference. Both well-built, both tanned, both broad shoulders and, needless to say, in my eyes both handsome as fuck. If I had to guess their age I would say late teens early twenties. Up ahead a gorgeous estate emerged from behind some trees. "You live there? It's astounding." "Yes, we live with our parents." "They're not home now though." "No, they are in Antwerp for a funeral." "And they've planned to stay the night over." "My condolences for your loss." "Oh it was an aunt twice removed or something." "We've never even met her." "But she was family, or not?" "Well yes. Thanks." "So your parents left you two in charge? Home alone." "He he, not exactly. Just us ..." " ... and Ben. Our farm help." As they opened the backdoor to the kitchen they took off their boots and walked bare feet to the sink to wash their hands. One reached for the cupboard and took out three cups, the other went to another cupboard to get the coffee pads. "Is coffee okay?" "Yes, absolutely fine by me. I can certainly use some caffeine now." "There is a socket behind you. You can plug in your GPS there." "How do you drink yours?" "Black and strong please." "Oh, our kind of man." "Mom and Pop always load it up with cream and sugar." "Gross, don't you think?" "Yeah, but sometimes a latte is nice too." "Neh, not for us." We sat down at this long massive wooden table. It could easily seat twelve people. We nurtured our drinks. "By the way, I'm Henk and he's Hans." "Nice to meet you guys. I'm JC." "So, what brought you to this remote part of town JC?" "Yeah, we've never seen you around here before." "Nope, we would have remembered a good looking guy like you." "I'm crossing Belgium for my holidays." "On your bike? Nice." "Sportive." "How long will it take to recharge your device?" "Oh I think an hour will be just enough." "That would give us plenty of time." "If you're up to it you can help us out." "Sure it's the least I can do for your hospitality, what can I do around here for you?" "Oh, maybe you can help muck out the stalls." "Or feed the calves." "Do our laundry." "Or suck our cocks." "Fine I'll ... wait, what was that last thing?" "Suck our cocks." "Or did we get our signals crossed?" "Aren't you into man-play?" "Well yes, but ... how did, ... when, ... what?" They both started to snigger. "We did notice you checking us out at the fence." "We were just about to play with each other when you arrived." "And we wouldn't mind for you to join us." "Hmmm, don't mind if I do." "Where shall we go to?" "We've not done the hayloft in a while." "Hayloft it is then. Do you mind JC?" "Nope, lead the way." We stepped into our shoes and walked to the barn adjacent to the mansion. Hans, or was it Henk, opened the barn doors to let us in. On the back wall a ladder ascended to the loft through a trapdoor. The scent of fresh hay and cow feed filled the barn. Henk, or was it Hans oh who cares, one of them climbed the ladder and opened the trapdoor for us. I followed quick and the other right behind me closing the trapdoor after us. My eyes had to adjust to the dim light after the bright sunshine outside. But as I retrieved my focus I saw two identical naked man in front of me. Both sporting an appetizingly large stiff cock. By providence I had gone commando today so I was naked too within microseconds. I walked towards them to take them both in a big embrace. But as you may or may not know hay isn't an easy item to traverse on. So as I wasn't as experienced as they were I tripped. I slammed into them and took them down with me. We rolled through the hay laughing. "That's one way to break the ice JC." "So who to please first? Henk or Hans, Hans or Henk?" "Does it matter?" "Not to me." I reached for the nearest cock. Gently I gave a few strokes before I guided it towards my mouth. As I sucked in this sweet manhood my other hand groped for the other one. Two soft hmmm's sounded in the barn. I started to bob my head and relished every centimeter of this pulsating farm bred meat. Slowly I stroked the equally well developed dick in my other hand. After a minute or so I exchanged them. Now I could compare their individual flavors. Needles to say even those were identical. Apple, cinnamon, nutmeg, it was like liquid apple-pie. Sheer heaven. I switched frequently between them. "Do you mind taking it further?" "Not at all." I responded between swaps. As I sucked on this dick the other released himself from my hand and moved behind me. He placed his hands on my ass and parted them gently. I couldn't hold back a moan as I felt his tongue make contact with my hole. He started to lick. First around, then up and down and finally he poked into me. Shivers ran up and down my spine. He definitely knew his way around an ass. When he poked his first finger in I heard bells and whistles in my head. "Switch." I heard in front of me. Both grabbed me and turned me around. So now the other went down on my ass. Let's get one thing clear I didn't have a clue anymore who was who, for clarification let's call the first rimmer Hans so now Henk was having a go. Both of them knew exactly what they were doing. They must have been practicing on each other for years, you can't reach a level of experience like they showed without any. Henk rimmed me like there was no tomorrow. Saliva trickled down my legs, I wasn't just moist I was soaked. "Do you want more?" I hummed my confirmation. Somewhere they must have had a secret hiding place because the soft ripping sound of a condom was heard. Henk had stopped his rimming. His tongue was replaced by the gentle push of a dick. I relaxed a little to give him access. Slowly he inserted himself. Centimeter by centimeter he penetrated me. With a soft grunt Henk bottomed out. His balls tapped mine. "Nice and warm." "Don't ruin him for me." "Patience you'll get your go next." I felt Hans pulsating in my mouth, almost at the same interval I felt Henk in my ass. A gentle rocking motion was set in action. As Henk pushed in I moved forward down the cock of Hans. As Henk pulled out I released Hans from my mouth. Back and forth we went. To say it felt good would have been an understatement. Tasting Hans and feeling Henk. Two dicks of the same size, length and girth. To be continued ?!?!