Farm Story Between Maruis And Georg

I helped Maruis throw the last of the freshly baled hay onto the back of his pre-war truck. The big farmer slid into the cab while I jumped onto the back. We drove the short distance to the hay barn. Maruis backed the truck into the hay barn just as the first drops of rain landed on the windshield. Then the heavens opened. I climbed up into the passenger sear beside the farmer.

"Thanks, Georg! I'd have never got it in dry without your help". He grinned his appreciatiom. Not for the first time I was struck by the 27 year old's perfect white teeth, handsome brown face and muscular body.

The year was 1950. I was 18 years old and lived on a farm with my parents. Maruis was our neighbour, forced to farm on his own after a tragic accident claimed his parents.

"This hay barn has special memories", Maruis said. "It's where a lusty young stockman gave me a good one, right up the bum. My first. I was younger than you are now".

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I didn't know what to say so looked down at the floor of the truck.

"Don't be so shocked, little Georg!", he said with a grin. "There are often stockmen or drifters here. Some I have bummed and I've taken a few myself". He cleared his throat. "Maybe, someday, I'll settle down, marry a pretty girl and raise a family. Meantime, I like to have fun with the casual help".

"You don't have to tell me that stuff, Maruis". I said. "It's private".

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The rain continued to pour down. I looked at the big farmer. Maruis was Captain of our Senior rugby team and I didn't like to think what his teammates might think about his revelations.

"What about you, Georg? Which do you prefer? Girls, boys ... sheep?"

I punched him on the arm.

"Definitely not sheep".

"Well?" he continued. "What scene plays in the picture theatre of your mind when you masturbate?"

I grimaced.

"You DO masturbate, don't you?"

"Uh, huh".

"Good! So, tell Maruis all about it".

I squirmed in the seat but then decided to spill the beans.

"Do you remember Jaco Smit who taught at the school? He was about your age?"

"Smit, the man who played centre-forward?"

"That's him. Well, he taught me in Standard Six".

"When you were 10-11, right"?

"Yes. He came to our school directly from teachers' college. You know how Mum always wanted me to be a concert violinist? I had all those lessons but was useless at it".

"I remember, Georg. You did your best".

"Well, she told the school that if I was to receive corporal punishment not to give it to me on the hands. She was worried I might get my hands injured or something".

"Go on".

"Well, I avoided getting the strap until that year with Mr Smit. He was young and there was something appealing about him. If I was a girl you'd say that I had a crush on him".

"Boys can get crushes as well", Maruis said softly.

"Anyway, one day I misbehaved and he told me to stay after school. After the other children had left, he got his strap out of the desk drawer. 'Your hands are off-limits', he said. "So, it'll have to be on the behind".

He gestured for me to bend over the desk. Quick as a flash I unbuttoned my trousers and peeled down my underpants. I lay on the desk with only my shirt-tails covering my bum".

"Ah!" Maruis said in his deep voice.

"Well, the teacher pushed my shirt-tails up. I remember feeling his cold hands on my bare tail. Then he laid into me with six licks of the strap. Hard ones that made me yelp and wriggle. But, after each one, I pushed my bum back up, signalling that I was ready for the next. He waited ages between each cut. Three from one side. Then he walked around and gave me three from the other".

I cleared my throat.

"After that, while studying my blazing bottom, he apologised:

'Sorry, Georg. I didn't mean to be so hard on you. It was for your own good, you understand?'.

'Yes, Mr Smit. I get worse at home'.

When I was allowed back up again. Smit's face was as red as my backside. And he had a big thing tenting the front of his trousers".

"Ach!", grunted my big friend.

"Every couple of weeks or less, Jaco Smit made some excuse to leather my tail":

'You can leave your trousers up, boy'.

'But Sir! The other boys don't wear gloves when you strap them on their hands'.

'Very well then, bare your buttocks. But don't expect me to go any easier on you'.

Maruis smiled as I imitated the teacher's deep voice and my own high treble.

He never touched my diddle or bum-hole, Maruis. But he did give me good hidings".

There was silence while the heavy rain continued to fall.

"I used to worship him. I hoped he'd spank me with his hand but he never did. I craved the intimacy of his flesh on my flesh. My first wet dreams were about Jaco Smit tanning my hide".

My voice broke.

"Now, you'll think I'm a pervert or something".

"Never". The farmer's voice was comforting. "This is what I really think".

He gently took my hand and put it on his crotch. I could feel his long, fully-aroused penis.

"My trouser-snake never lies. I doubt there are many men who wouldn't react the same way to your story. Ach! No wonder Smit left at the end of the year. You must have worn the poor fellow out".

I giggled and Maruis released my hand which I let drop to my side.

"But now I'm stuck like a broken record", I said, wistfully.

"And no more Jaco Smit to pepper your bare bum with his strap"?

"No".

"Georg, will you slide your trousers down and let me look at you?"

"Um ..."

"Come on, I saw your botty when you were a baby. I've seen it in the showers at the rugby club".

"All right then".

There wasn't much room to move but my big friend helped me. In no time at at all I was across Maruis' lap, my bare bum sticking up in the air.

Maruis began smacking my bottom with his hand.

"This what you want?"

The six swats were hard and I wriggled on his broad thighs. His hand was like leather and hurt like hell.

"Or this".

The farmer fondled my buttocks. His finger gently entered my crack and stroked my anal opening. Then he pulled my nether cheeks apart. He leaned down and spat so that it landed right on top of my puckered hole. Gently, he inserted his finger.

"You ARE tight"!

I was just about to protest about the uncomfortable intrusion but then the tip of his finger touched my prostate. The pleasurable sensation nearly made me swoon.

"What'd you do?" I squeaked.

"Rubbed your prostate".

The finger was withdrawn.

"Sit over on your seat for a moment".

I complied reluctantly. Maruis shucked off his trousers and underpants. His massive uncut penis stuck up from its forest of black pubic hairs.

"Straddle me, Georg. Face the window".

I did as I was told. I felt the head of his organ broach my virgin backdoor and yelled with the stinging hurt of it.

"The pain will pass. Besides, the school strap must have hurt you more".

Maruis gently pulled me down onto his giant phallus. Then, he opened the truck door with his elbow and lifted me up like a feather.

"Kneel on the seat, for me".

The seat was warm and bore the imprints of Maruis' own muscular buttocks.

The farmer stood on the ground beside the truck. His cock pushed on until his nuts brushed against the cheeks of my bottom.

The hurt was receeding. Maruis began thrusting, slowly at first but then forcefully. I pushed my bottom up to meet his thrusts.

"Good, Georg", he murmured.

I do not know how long Maruis took his pleasure. Time stood still. I was joined to the young farmer in the most intimate, obscene way any two males can ever be together. Never before had I felt so wanted and loved. Maruis did not tell me that, I just knew it. The fucking got harder and harder. The farmer spat on his topedeo to make it easier for me. He reached under and grabbed my diddle. The warmth of his hand made my member go hard. For many minutes the most exquisite pleasure enveloped my entire cock and deep inside my hot, little arse.

"Nearly there", he puffed.

The young farmer lunged with hard, almost brutal thrusts which all but knocked the breath out of me. He groaned and I felt his penis swell inside my chute. Then his warm man-seed coated the walls of my rectum. At that exact moment, my own penis exploded with a carnal intensity I had never felt before. Many minutes later Maruis slowly pulled out of me and I felt utterly bereft. My friend seemed to sense that. He cleaned us both up, bestowing many sweet kisses on my body as he did so.

After we were both dressed, I gave Maruis a hug.

"Thanks". Tears stung my eyes.

"Come on, let's stack the hay", he said gently.

After that first encounter we became lovers and, following the death of my parents, we joined our farms into one. Sometimes, we had lusty fun with the men who who did seasonal work for us. Mostly it was just Maruis and Georg in the big double bed. Great!

P.S. Did I mention that we are now life-members of the rugby club?

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