Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2019 20:46:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: bidaddy5@aol.com
Subject: Bedford, CA (adult-youth, authoritarian, urination)

Bedford CA

The wind was blowing hard from the west , huge thick clouds flowing wildly
low overhead making the road even more difficult to see than usual,
particularly after the sudden bursts of moonlight flashed through
infrequent torn holes in the sky. I was on my way from the bus top in the
village to the church hall on the crossroads about 2 miles away; a walk
involving a steep descent into the river valley and an even steeper mile
climb up.

I had just crossed the bridge in the valley bottom when the headlights of
an ancient sounding vehicle swept me from top to toe and made me step
closer to the right hand bank. The old Bedford van overtook me, and then
stopped, its engine choking slightly as it idled. I recognised it as Jock's
ageing battered van of all trades. Jock was a friend of Lachlan, one of my
choir members. They were both farm employees, skilled in various important
ways. I had met them in the lowest of the three village pubs on the steep
High Street, the one with a rough reputation, whilst waiting for a bus on a
stormy night.

They'd asked me to join them and another man, younger than them, and I had
done so to humour Lachie as he was called. They were all big men; Lachie
florid and going to fat; Jock sharp faced and handsome with huge biceps
whose shape filled the sleeves of the donkey jacket he was wearing. and
Sandy, who was taller than the others, and much fitter, about 40 and
without an inch of fat on his big rangy body. Sandy was ugly in a brutal
looking way and morose, but he had a thatch of glossy brown red hair,
clipped short at the back with a quiff which matched mine.

I had always thought Lachie was an interesting man; a tenor, unmarried and
socially naive.  It quickly turned out that he was the butt of his friends'
jokes. However, the humour was good natured, and they were clearly good
friends. Lachie was the senior of their work group, which they made clear
as they moved to allow me to sit with them. Jock was the father of one of
the younger women in the choir, who worked in Edinburgh and came to choir
practice with a close friend who drove.  I had never met Jock or Sandy
before.

They were all wearing dirty donkey jackets, open necked tartan shirts (in
Jock's case open over an amazingly hairy chest with more than a suggestion
of the depths of his chest muscles), battered tweed caps pulled well down
over their eyes, thick corduroy trousers tucked into their filthy
workboots. Jock and Sandy were smoking.

I told them I was going to have to drink my pint quickly, a fact which they
met with noises of disappointment. Jock said that Lachie had told them a
lot about me; and Lachie blushed. The two other men exchanged amused looks,
and Sandy winked at me. It was my turn to blush, which they both
noticed. They observed that Lachie had told me I'd transformed the choir
and the church music. Neither of them went to church, but hoped they'd hear
me play the organ (winks) at a wedding coming up soon.

It was an awkward fifteen minutes; partly because I thought they were
amazingly sexy as a group and individually; partly because they seemed to
sense my feeling in some way; partly because of the allusions to my effect
on the young women in the choir, including Jock's daughter, partly because
of Lachie's asking me how I liked the organs at the two churches. This
caused some amusement and eyebrow raising from Jock and Sandy.  Jock asked
me if I was an expert on organs, and I started to talk about the old
bellows operated instrument in the old Gothic church out in the country
under the hills. They mentioned the sexton who used to pump the bellows for
me; a farmer's son, and an Adonis in my eyes.  I could feel myself blushing
again, and noticed Lachie's sympathetic and seemingly knowing smile.

Time went quickly, and when I said had to go, Jock said they'd enjoyed
meeting me, and that I lived up to Lachie's description, more blushes from
both of us, and that they hoped to get to know me better sometime soon, and
to get to know my organ skills. At this, Sandy pressed his thigh against
mine, and I scrambled to my feet in confusion.

So when the van reversed down the hill towards me, I experienced an almost
stifling mixture of desire and fear. Jock leaned out of the driving window
and said they were giving Lachie a lift to the hall for practice, and would
I like a lift too. I accepted, and went round to the offside where the
sliding door was open, but the front seat was not tipped forward. All three
men were crowded onto what in those Bedfords was in effect a bench seat;
the back of the van was filled with huge shapes; work stuff.  Lachie got
out and I sat next to Sandy; comments were made n how slim I was and that
my arse wouldn't take up much room compared to Jock's and Lachie's

The van stank; of the cow and pig shit they had on their boots; of their
unwashed sweat from three days of work; of cigarettes, of the wetness of
their jackets; of the leather of their boots; and of other smells from the
tarpaulins and bags in the back of the van. Corduroy has its own slightly
acrid smell. Above it all was the intuitively recognisable smell of sex; of
men rutting; of men looking for organ play.

Instead of immediately driving off, Jock said that they were pleased they'd
met me again so soon, and wanted to continue the talk about my organ
skills. I swallowed hard because of the way he said the word "organ".  He
said that they all had organs they'd like me to play on...and all three
laughed in a dirty way which made me catch my breath and begin to shiver.
Lachie reached over and held my shoulder tightly. His grasp calmed me, but
the shivering went on. Sandy's thigh muscles were twitching against mine.

Sandy took my right hand and pushed it down over his crotch...I could feel
the hardness there...this is the organ we have in mind lad he said under
his breath...I couldn't speak...

Suddenly, Jock let the van into gear and it surged unevenly up the lane and
half way up swerved into the open gate by the hard standing for the byre
manure heaps, and slewed sharply downhill to the left. Jock cut the engine
and dowsed the lights, lighting the small internal light in the centre of
the interior.

Now we are going to explore your organ skills lad said Jock quietly...and I
said nothing...Sandy asked me to undo his flies...and I did...and take out
his cock...and I did...it was very hard...very long...very wet...with a
ripe fishy sexual smell... hold it boy...and I did...two hands...and I
did...then he took the back of my head and pulled me straight down onto the
raised thing...now let's see your organ skills boy...and it went straight
back into my throat...I gagged...but he kept me there...the saliva was
flowing down into his pubic hair...I almost retched...then the muscles at
the back of my throat let the hardness of it in and it was there...he said
I was a natural...that of course a choirmaster would be good at opening
up...ad that his organ was being well played. Then he suggested Jock should
sample my skills and pulling me up in a kneeling position on his well
muscled thighs pushed my head down on the now exposed organ of the
driver. It was short, thick and had an enormous head on it...no
foreskin...lots of thick wetness...not so strong smelling...but equally
easy to take right to the back of my throat...I knew how to do this...they
appreciated my skills...n

Now Sandy unzipped me...wondering what my organ was like...it was hard and
wet of course...he took it in his big hands, and commenting on what a good
organ it was used my emissions to wank me as Jock used my head to play his
organ...so now let's examine your other organ for play he said...and began
to massage between my tightly denimed buttocks...so now I was sucking
Jock's big cock...being wanked by Sandy...wanking him...and responding with
enthusiasm to his feeling my arse...a lot of progress in a short time...

All this time Lachie had been massaging my denim clad buttocks and
muttering encouraging and sometimes admiring comments on my obvious
skills. Sandy undid my belt...and Lachie pulled trousers and underpants
down to my knees...Sandy suddenly increased the pace of his hand on my
cock, and my arse began to lift and my buttocks separate...and very quickly
Lachie had his mouth on my arse...sucking and blowing and eventually
tonguing my ever opening hole...playing on my organ indeed...now all was
hot and reeking and I was losing it...Lachie unzipped my Chelsea boot on my
lfet foot and dropped it into the well of the van...then he pulled the left
leg of mu jeans down off my leg, and the same with my underpants...the
other leg hung down into the well...His tongue was immediately back and way
inside my now ever expanding and pulsating hole, my widening thighs no
longer constricted by fabrics...and then I could feel his fingers begin to
push in...it was painful but I was surprised to feel my buttocks lift, my
back arch, my thighs struggle to widen and my hole to enlarge to welcome
his invasion...this was the reality of a long held imagined encounter...and
here I was playing organs and having my organs played upon... never had I
had anything more than my own finger up my hole...and now Lachie was
pushing in a third...and I was taking it...my throat was likewise expanding
to take the engorging width of Jock's straining cock until it pulsed wildly
against my throat muscles and discharged my first full cum load which I
found myself gulping down and enjoying the sweet and bitter and slightly
fishy taste of its seemingly endless spurting...Jock and Sandy both
enthusiastically told Lachie how good I was being at organ play with a lot
of foul terms I wasn't then familiar with...It was the first time I was
called a bitch and a slut...and I liked it...

Suddenly I could feel the pressure building deep in my balls and shouted I
was going to come. Sandy pulled me round and heaved me up until my cock
pushed between his thick lips and back into his throat.  His fingers thrust
straight into my still raised and open arse and pushed further than
anything Lachie had tried...the pain was amazingly sexual...but it stopped
my onrushing orgasm briefly; instead I concentrated on thrusting back
against this new invasion, and trying to get all of it into me. I could
feel him add another digit and push back in...I reached a higher level of
excitement , shouting my appreciation. Suddenly I was unable and indeed
unwilling to hold back. I yelled and gasped as I pumped and bucked against
his fingers and came copiously into his mouth for what seemed like minutes
and slumped across his shoulders, staring down into the mess in the back of
the van...Sandy, having let my limp prick sag out of his mouth, and
commenting on the quality, taste and amount of young lad cum he'd
swallowed, remarked it was better to do that than to have stains on his
corduroys, although there was nobody at home to notice. Then he yanked his
fingers out of my hole, forcing me to scream with pain. His fingers now
entered my mouth without warning, and I found myself sucking voraciously on
them with the shocked realisation that I could taste my own shit...

He let go of my thighs, heaved with his, and I tumbled over his shoulders
into the reeking bundles below me, which seemed to consist of great bales
of dirty tarpaulin, huge sacks filled with what smelled like manure,
bundles of canes, garden implements of all kinds, cans of paint and bottles
of turps, and under it all, the ticking covering a huge mattress, which
where it showed, was heavily stained. Further implements hung from the
walls, together with overalls, sheeting covered with paint, and canvas
stinking in its unique way. The stench was complicated and dense, and as I
fell across the mounds of it, rolling into a hollow in the middle, the
smells rose around me, and my naked buttocks and belly felt sticky from
various leakages...something wet, heavy and stinking dropped out of a sack
above me and bounced off my naked belly. Sandy flung himself over the back
of the seat and crashed down beside me, releasing yet more rotting objects
in among us. He straddled my chest and stuffed his cock into my throat. I
was beginning to feel a pretty good sucker by now, but I wasn't prepared
for the next thing; he started to piss into my mouth; I tried to spit it
out, but was told that a bitch like me had to learn to swallow anything it
was given...so just before the tarry tasting surprisingly hot liquid
overflowed my mouth, I swallowed...repeatedly while he withdrew the
streaming thing and started to piss over my face, then my chest, then my
naked belly, then my balls and back...My protests were ignored, and I
couldn't twist away from his powerful straddled thighs...

My obscenities were stifled under his huge dirty hand as he guided his
spraying prick with the other...moments later, arcs of piss came from the
front of the van as Lachie and Jock joined the party, spraying both of us,
so that my shirt, jacket, trousers and underpants were completely soaked in
the foul smelling stuff; Jock hit my mouth more than once, and Sandy pushed
the piss down my throat with his cock...then fucked my mouth hard until he
came...I swallowed the lot. I was hard again...xxx

I complained that the choir practice was a problem. Then something even
more amazing happened...Sandy laid his whole body along mine and kissed me
full on the mouth...I'd never been kissed by a man...and this was something
different and new...my mouth seemed to stretch itself to its fullest width
to match his big devouring lips, and my throat took the depth of his tongue
with deepest pleasure...my tongue explored his, and his mouth... I couldn't
care a fuck about the choir...

The van's engine spluttered uncertainly and then caught full power and we
lurched backwards up the slope, slewed sharply onto the hill, braked hard,
and Sandy and I were covered in the offerings from sacks pitched crazily as
we accelerated. We quickly drew into the church hall car park and Lachie
got out and ran to the Manse door. I could hear him, above the noise of
Sandy's kisses, and the wet slaps of his hands and prick across my stinking
body, explain that they had found me passed out on the hill, and were
taking me to Edinburgh...no choir practice for me and Lachie then.

The van accelerated away from the crossroads, all the time Sandy working on
my mouth, so that my whole body began to open to him...my moans were
matched by his...and he told me he had always wanted me since that first
time we saw each other in the church grounds where he was working as head
gardener among the tombstones.

He stripped off my donkey jacket, tore open my shirt and exposed me naked
and covered in nameless ordure. His cock was as hard as mine; my thighs
were straining to lift my arse up towards the heat of it, my feet rose
until they rested on his shoulders, my jeans hanging down over his
chest. Suddenly he thrust the thing into me...kissing me the whole
time...and then he fucked me...the first time I'd been fucked...and it was
as if this was what I was designed for...effortless pleasure and huge
energy arched my back and thrust my arse upwards so that he was tucking
vertically downwards into my hole. This brought us to a quick messy climax;
Sandy deep inside my rectum and I all over his belly and mine...

The van turned off the road and up a rutted drive between dense trees
through which the moon shone more than before...we drove into a big shed,
the engine cut, and the back doors of the van opened.  Jock and Lachie were
frantically shedding clothes. Sandy threw the stack of canes out of the van
and pulled me into a sitting position against the seat back. Lachie,
completely naked, his big belly swaying as he moved, climbed onto the back
of the van and still kneeling stretched his body forward towards me,
beckoning me. Sandy instructed me in my response and I moved towards him on
my knees, and offered my still flaccid cock to his fleshy drooling
mouth. He swallowed it completely, the fleshy tight warmth of it demanded a
response and my prick started to swell immediately...I could feel precum
begin to flow...Sandy straddled my thighs and offered me his similarly
sagging prick...I took it all in like Lachie, and tasted for the first time
my shit on a prick...shock was followed by tasty enjoyment...suddenly
Lachie's mouth jumped against my groin as a sharp crack sent shudders
through his body...Sandy yanked his now half hard member from my mouth and
crawled out of the van, becoming naked as quickly as the others. He took up
a cane, and with a long swing smacked it across Lachie's big arse...Lachie
shook and bucked and moaned in pleasure as his mouth pulled on my now rock
hard cock. This was something else completely new...and I found it deeply
arousing...the smack of the two canes, the shuddering deep inside the big
boy, the gasping sucking of my prick, soon had me coming in Lachie's
throat.