Village Life

I always knew there was something different about me growing up, but I didn't find out what it was until I went to university. I had always had pin-ups of girls on my wall and would laugh and joke with my mates about birds, but the truth was I didn't really fancy them.

Back then, being gay was not really that acceptable, especially growing up in a Yorkshire village where they often said, "Round here, men are real men and even women have hair on their chest."

When I announced to my parents that I wanted to go to university, my father accused me of going soft. When they finally came to terms with me continuing my education rather than "Getting a proper job!" I think they expected me to go to Leeds University. That way, I would be close to home, but to their shock, I moved to the other end of the country to Brighton, which, according to my mother, was nearly France. She consoled herself with the thought that perhaps I would meet a nice girl at university and get married.

My father was stunned into red-faced indignation as to, "Why would I want to move to the 'south' where the beer was rubbish and they all talked funny." My father always referred to the south of England like it were some form of polluted wasteland.

"Now then young Tom," my father said the day I left, "There have been Brathwaites in this village for ten generations, so you remember your roots, don't ever be ashamed of them. You are of good Yorkshire stock so always be proud of that." He then went to hug me, thought better of it and shook my hand before muttering he was, "Off t'pub."

Once in university I had my eyes opened in a big way, it was like living on a porn set. Semi-naked girls would be seen wandering the corridors, some freshly fucked, others looking to be fucked. At 6'2" and 190 pounds of muscle, I got more than my fair share of offers, but I simply wasn't interested, not that I was a swot; it was just they didn't do it for me. I didn't act effeminate; in fact, to conceal my feelings, I acted more macho than perhaps I needed to.

The one thing I could indulge in was gay porn, in secret of course. The internet hadn't really started, but there were shops that sold adult magazines. With Brighton having a large gay population, many of them had a large selection of gay magazines. I would flick through the heterosexual magazines until the shop was empty, then quickly grab a gay magazine, rushing to the counter to pay and conceal it in my bag. The assistant would often smile and try to flirt with me, but I would ignore him in my haste to leave before I was spotted.

I would rush back to the halls of residence praying my roommate Andy would be out so I could wank as I drooled over the pictures. I loved the articles telling short stories or letters from readers detailing sexual adventures. I devoured the educational pieces and knew from reading them that I wanted to be a bottom and feel a cock inside. I just didn't know how to make that happen.

There were a few gay bars in town, and I would walk past them, trying to see inside. I wanted to pluck up the courage to go in, but the fear of being spotted always made me walk past. I even rehearsed excuses in my head, should I be spotted like, "I went in by accident," or "I had no idea it was a gay pub," but they sounded lame.

I played a lot of rugby, and after the game, the men would wander round semi-naked or naked without a care in the world. I always wore a towel around my waist, not from modesty but to hide my growing erection that I seemed to have around other men. I would surreptitiously admire their cocks from the large to the small, from the fat to the thin, all the time wondering how they would taste.

Then one night I was lying in my bed half asleep when my roommate sneaked in, hushing his companion to be quiet.

My roommate Andy was a nice guy but very macho in his actions and demeanour, always boasting about the girls he had fucked. Andy was one of those guys who liked to show off his manhood and would often throw his towel over his shoulder before strolling naked to the showers. When he returned, his hair still damp, he would stand opposite me towelling his hair dry as his cock waved about in the air. I would steal as many glances at his cock as I dared mentally comparing it to cocks in the magazines.

"Don't worry about him, he is asleep," Andy said, and I could hear the sounds of clothes being shed, I guessed he had sneaked a girl back to the male dorm.

"Are you sure?"

It was a total shock when the voice that replied I was pretty sure was male.

"Just shut up and suck my cock," Andy replied which was quickly followed by slurping and sucking sounds with the occasional gagging.

Whoever was sucking my roommate's cock obviously was enjoying it as he didn't come up for air for a while. All the time I was lying a few feet away my head spinning with, 'my roommate is gay' and my cock as hard as steel under the sheets.

"I want your arse," I heard Andy say in the darkness and I could hear them move their position. I had twisted around as if moving in my sleep so I could try to peer through the inky black and try to glean some detail. It was impossible to make out anything more than a vague shape but my imagination filled in the gaps as I pictured his cock hard and ready.

"Safe," a muted voice said, followed by Andy grumpily muttering and the tearing of the foil wrapping of a condom.

Then there was a muted yelp of pain, and I heard Andy hiss, "Bite the pillow if you have to, just don't wake Tom."

There were more muted grunts and yelps from both of them as I strained my ears to the sound of slapping flesh against flesh. The sound of then fucking was almost too much to bear and taking a chance I pushed off the covers so I could work my cock. As the sound of fucking got louder and faster, in my head, it was like the pictures in the magazines. Then Andy growled the words that were like music to my ears,

"I am gonna breed you."

The flesh slapping sounds reached a fever pitch, a tempo I synchronised with my hand racing up and down my shaft. As Andy grunted and unloaded into the condom in his partner's ass, I suppressed my own yell as my seed arced from my cock and up my belly and chest. Pulling up the sheet, I acted as if I were still asleep as Andy's partner dressed and left.

The door opened and closed briefly sending a shaft of pale light into the room. In the silence that followed Andy whispered from the other side of the room, "Night, Tom."

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from replying and I could only assume, and hope, it was just a test. As I went to sleep, I could feel my cum matting in the hairs on my chest, wishing I had the courage to taste it.

The next morning, I woke early, and it sounded like Andy was still asleep. Wrapping my towel round my waist, I bundled up my cum stained sheets and headed first to the laundry room and then to the shower.

Andy was awake when I got back to our room and greeted me with a cheery, "Morning mate."

"What time did you get in last night?" I said as I started making the bed with my spare sheets acting like I had no idea about the previous night's activities.

"Dunno," he laughed, "you looked like you were asleep... Anyway, how come you have changed your sheets? You wet the bed, or have you been thinking about girls?"

"Fuck off Andy," I laughed, "I just wanted to get them in the washer before it got busy."

"Oh right... I see... silly me... and there was me thinking you had stained them wanking off listening to me fucking the brains out of Billy Singleton."

I stopped dead still and turned slowly, ready to deny it, but Andy had swung his legs round and planted them on the floor. His balls were hanging freely, and his meaty cut cock was pointing in the air.

"Morning wood," he said pinging it with his hand, "Want to do something about it!"

I was stunned into inactivity as I stared at his cock in awe, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Soft it looked good but hard it looked simply amazing. He must have taken my inactivity for hesitation, but I must have been the most eager virgin in history. His tone changed slightly as he said, "Don't just stand there, do what you have wanted to do for weeks... and lose the towel. I have seen your porn stash, so I know you like cock."

I dropped the towel to the floor and walked across the room like a robot before kneeling between his knees. His cock was getting ever closer to my mouth, and I could see a pearl of pre-cum on the slit.

"Suck it like a good boy and then I will breed you," he said, his hand in my hair. "Billy liked it safe, but I think it is so much better when I can pump your slutty arse full."

He wasn't forcing me but at the same time there was no misunderstanding that I wasn't going anywhere and who was in control.

"I have never done this before," I said nervously still staring at his cock like it was a snake about to strike. I had dreamed of this moment, but now it was fast becoming a reality, and I was getting more and more nervous.

"Don't worry," he laughed, "By the time I have finished you will be begging me for cock."

I panicked and went to move away but he pushed my head down and opening my mouth I let his cock pass between my lips.

"Make it wet boy, it's going in your arse soon."

I was so excited by the way he was talking, and I knew that my curiosity was about to be sated very soon. I was just getting used to sucking his cock when he pulled my head off his cock. "Bend over," he said firmly and facing away from him I bent at the waist, sticking my ass out to him. I felt his fingertip trace around my anal opening and then his tongue poked at my hole. His strong hands held my cheeks apart as he probed and pushed, tongue fucking me.

Then he switched from tongue to fingers that he had coated with gel, inserting first one, then two, deep inside me. All the time his other hand was working my stiff cock increasing my level of excitement.

"Your arse is tight... have you ever been fucked?"

"No I'm a virgin... please be gentle."

"I will try but no promises," he laughed as he pushed a third finger into my ass, twisting them as he opened me.

The feeling of his fingers was amazing, and I whimpered in disappointment when he withdrew them. I heard the gel bottle squelch again and, looking round, saw he was liberally coating his shaft. He looked so big I wasn't sure it would fit and was about to protest when he gruffly said, "Sit on it," holding his cock upright. "I am going to fuck you bare so you can enjoy the feel of my seed spurting inside you, breeding you like the cock slut you want to be."

I wasn't sure I liked the way he was talking yet at the same time the words were like an aphrodisiac making both my cock and ass twitch. Squatting on his lap, I felt the pressure of his head slip inside, sending a bolt of pain through me.

"Just relax," he said, stroking my flanks, encouraging me to impale myself further. The roaring pain switched to pleasure as my ring opened to accept him, and I let myself sink deeper onto his cock. His strong hands gripped my hips and he pulled me down until I knew he could go no deeper. We remained in that position for a while as he slowly worked my cock, bouncing me a little.

"Does it feel good?"

I moaned my reply, "It feels amazing."

"Good, now I will fuck you. Slow at first, then I will breed you."

He must have felt my cock twitch in anticipation as he chuckled and muttered, "Slut."

Standing, still embedded in my ass, he turned me round so I could kneel on the bed. With my head down he started to slowly fuck me, his cock slipping in and out.

"Still OK?" He asked, and I murmured a response as he steadily continued his strokes. "If it gets too much, you can always ask me to stop."

"And will you stop?" I groaned in reply, finding myself pushing back to meet him.

He laughed, "I said you can ask, I didn't say I would."

At that moment in time, asking him to stop was a million miles away as his thrusts got harder and deeper. I could feel myself building inside as he slammed into me. It was like I was being wanked but without hands as mine were gripping the sheets. I felt him pull fully out of my hole and then driving back in making me whimper and squeal. I heard him mutter, "good boy," as unbidden my cock twitched and spurted onto the bed sheets.

"Now I breed you." He groaned, and I could feel his thrusts get wilder as he drove into me. Then with a loud grunt he spurted into me, shooting jets of cum deep inside.

"Grip with your ass," he moaned and without hesitation I did what he asked squeezing his cock. "Fuck, yes," he said as he thrust a few more times before collapsing on top of me.

For the next few months Andy and I fucked like rabbits. He admitted that he was totally bi and enjoyed fucking both men and women. He was very much a top with no desire to ever be penetrated, not even a finger, even when I was blowing him. It seemed pretty natural that after our first year in halls of residence, we would get a place together, not as a couple but as mates. In fact, Andy was quite insistent that we could both 'fuck around' if we wanted, which he did.

I didn't go out looking for tops, but after a few months, Andy suggested a threesome. A few days later he brough home a guy who I had never met before.

"This is Nigel," he said as the man stripped off without really talking.

"Suck it," Nigel said as he thrust his cock into my mouth making me gag. As he face fucked me Andy stripped and fucked my ass. Once both of them had cum they swapped positions and this time Nigel slammed into my ass as Andy used my throat calling me a 'fucking slut whore."

I found that I enjoyed being spit-roasted and when they took turns on my ass I was in heaven. Andy kept telling me I was a great slut and how much he enjoyed fucking me, but he never told me he loved me.

Then one night, he brought a girl home who I knew was around our age but had always thought she was a bit weird. She dressed like a punk rocker and often seemed to either be in a bit of a trance or hyperactive, which I found out later was due to her popping pills.

"This is Masie," Andy announced one evening as he led her through the door.

"Masie doesn't believe me that you suck cock so prove it to her."

I was used to Andy sharing me, but that was with another male and planned in advance; this was totally off the cuff and seemed very different. Andy seemed to be very aggressive and dominant as he ordered me to strip. I could see the excitement in Masie's eyes as I knelt and unzipped and freeing his cock from its confines. I went to lick it slowly but that wasn't what Andy wanted as he grabbed my head, forcing his cock into my mouth, before starting to face fuck me.

"He sucks cock like a woman," Maisie laughed in excitement rubbing herself through her panties.

"Strip off then you silly slut," Andy growled, "Then you can suck his cock."

I was trying not to choke as Andy fucked my throat, and I could feel Maisie's mouth fasten onto my cock like a vacuum cleaner on high. I may not fancy women sexually, but the physical stimulation had the obvious effect, and I soon had a raging erection.

"Fuck her," Andy commanded, and I felt my erection start to fade.

"I can't," I stammered.

"Then I will," Andy roared like a bull, pulling Maisie into position whose mouth was latched onto my cock with no sign of respite. I felt her muffled grunt as Andy drove into her and then she choked as the power of his thrusts forced her onto my cock and down her throat. He didn't seem to care as he pounded forward, and I found myself trying to pull away, so the poor girl didn't choke. I couldn't help my physical response as I shot my load down her throat.

Andy let out a roar and pumped his seed into her cunt, and to stop her choking from death, I pulled out of her mouth. When Andy had finished, she collapsed onto her back, mumbling incoherently either from orgasm or lack of oxygen. To my surprise Andy was still hard as a steel pole, and I could see his cock gleaming with her juices.

"Clean up time," he laughed cruelly, and I braced myself as I reached for his cock. I had sucked his cock in the past after he had fucked me and it was OK so I worked on the principle that a woman's cunt wouldn't taste too bad.

"Not me... her."

I looked at the semi-conscious Maisie and could see Andy's seed was starting to ooze out her cunt. Kneeling between her legs, I delicately tried to lick the seed, avoiding what contact I could.

"Fucking clean her properly faggot," Andy shouted grabbing my head and forcing my face into her pussy. At the same time, I felt a jabbing pain as he drove his cock into my ass, forcing it deep. With his hand on my neck, he pumped into me with savage strokes as my mouth was over her cunt sucking her juices.

I was grateful when Andy finally came in my ass but pulling out, he moved to face fuck Maisie as I licked her clean.

I wasn't sure if Maisie was enjoying herself or whether she had expected this, but for me it felt too extreme. Andy had clearly taken a cocktail of drugs that had made his cock almost permanently hard and had sent him into some form of sexual aggressive frenzy.

Before he finally finished, he fucked both mine and Maisie's ass then fell on the couch almost in a coma. I crawled into bed, and as I lay there, I wondered if this was really what I wanted or perhaps it was the time to move on.

The next morning, Maisie had gone, and Andy acted like nothing had happened the night before. It was coming up to the end of the academic year, so I told him I was going to visit my parents for a few weeks. What I didn't tell him was that I wasn't sure if I was coming back.

*****

It was a few weeks later and going back to my home village had given me the break I needed. My parents loved seeing me but after two weeks I was bored shitless. With still a few days left before I had planned to return to my university digs, I decided to go and visit one of the two pubs in the village. It was early so still quiet and finding a corner table I sat quietly sipping my beer.

My thoughts drifted back to Andy, and I had decided that we were finished. I had got a text from him telling me he had gone on holiday, so I knew I could go and clear my stuff out and find somewhere to live. I had considered not going back at all, but I knew in my heart I could never live back in this village again. It wasn't that I hated the place it was just I didn't fit in and there wasn't anyone else like me here.

"So you have come home then lad? Did you learn owt?"

I looked round to see Fred Digby, a friend of my father's, sitting next to me, grinning like a village idiot.

"Yes," I laughed, "I learnt how much I missed the scintillating conversations and the plethora of stimulating cultural events in this village."

He looked at me like I had spoken in a foreign language then said, "Well I don't know about those fancy words, but I do know the beers better here... well when you can get some that is," nodding at his near empty glass.

I chuckled to myself as I signalled to the landlady for two pints, I knew I was being tapped up but wasn't that worried, it was nice to have company even if it was mad old Fred.

"Aye, you are not wrong there, Mr Digby," I said congenially as the landlady put down two fresh pints and I took a sip.

"Good lad," he laughed and slapped my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

My brain flipped. Was he coming on to me, or was I just jumping at something that wasn't really there?

"Are you still up at Black Sheep Farm, Mr Digby?" I said feeling my cock twitch as it had been a few weeks since I had been fucked and my gaydar was pinging.

Fred nodded as he took a long slurp from the fresh pint, then looked me in the eyes, "Why don't you come up and see me tomorrow before you go back to your posh friends down south... and call me Fred, all my 'good' friends do."

If there was any doubt, this time when he put his hand on my thigh, the squeeze was firmer and longer. I glanced at his groin and was pretty sure he had an erection, maybe this village had some hidden benefits after all.

"See you tomorrow lad," he said with a wink and got up to chat with some pals who had just come into the pub.

He pretty much ignored me from there on, leaving me wondering whether I had an overactive imagination or not. In the end I decided that there was only one way to find out, so finishing my pint I went back to my parents' house to get a good night rest.

Lying on the covers on my old bed I slowly worked my cock wondering if I had imagined things or was it my lack of sex putting ideas in my head. Reaching into my bag I found my trusty butt plug and with a little dab of gel I inserted it with a muted groan of pleasure. It has a remote control that can send anything from subtle to quite produced vibrations against my prostate, but I couldn't risk that for fear my parents might hear. Instead, I had to satisfy myself with the thought that perhaps Fred would have a huge cock and fuck me senseless in the morning. Chance would be a fine thing, but it was a fun fantasy that had me spurting my seed into the palm of my hand. As I gobbled it up and licked my hand clean, I laughed as I tried to picture mad old Fred being gay.

The walk up to the farm was pleasant enough despite the cold weather, although I couldn't imagine trying it once the snows came in. Fred Digby, along with his two brothers, had lived on the farm for as long as I could remember. To the best of my knowledge, the last woman in the house had been their mother, who had died ten years ago at least. I was pretty certain I was wrong and that last night was just the beer combined with sexual frustration, but I had promised to go, so I did. If I didn't visit, then Fred would bend my father's ear about how his son was rude and got high and mighty ideas since moving down south.

I knocked on the door and hearing the grunted greeting went into the large country kitchen with its flag stone floor. The aga stove was belting out heat, which no doubt was why Fred was sitting in his vest. He waved his hand to the two men sitting on either side, "Do you know my brothers Luke and Mark?"

Luke was in his vest, the same as Fred, but Mark was naked from what looked like the waist up. Then, when Mark stood up from the table, I realised he was completely naked apart from his work boots.

"We figured that you were gay and the fact you are here confirms it," Fred chuckled standing to reveal he was equally as naked apart from the vest, his semi-hard cock swaying gently.

"We don't have no women folk here," Luke said as he stood making it a trio of cocks.

"So are you up for all three?" Fred laughed fisting his cock slowly to full hardness.

I looked at the three men who were all old enough to be my father and could feel my ass twitching. I had hoped something might happen with Fred this morning, so I had made sure I was prepared. I looked at the three cocks in turn. They were all uncircumcised, so as they pulled back their foreskins the heads appeared through the folds of the flesh. Fred was the biggest in both length and girth, although his two brothers were still a decent size.

"I do have one question," I said with a smile and the three looked at me curiously as I went on, "who's first?"

Pushing my joggers and boxers to my ankles, I stepped out of them before draping myself face down over the kitchen table. I suspected that this was not going to be gentle, and I wasn't wrong as I heard one of the brothers spit on my ass before pushing his finger into my anal opening.

"Nice and tight," he laughed.

"Won't be after we're done," said another.

I heard the one behind me spit on his cock this time as he said, "Never asked if you wanted safe or bare," but before I could reply he went on, "don't matter anyhow we don't have no rubbers here."

With that, he pressed firmly against my sphincter, increasing the pressure until the head popped inside. I couldn't stop the yelp of pain as I tried to move away, but the hard table stopped me gaining any respite. The brother in me continued his passage forcing his cock deep into my bowels making my ring burn. His hand was on my head pressing my face against the wood as he started to fuck me with powerful strokes. It must have been a while since he had sex as it didn't take long before he grunted and unloaded in my ass.

As he pulled out, he laughed, "There you go, Luke, ready lubed for you now."

"Thanks," said Luke as he coated the head of his cock in his brother's seed that was starting to ooze out. This time entry was a lot less painful, and Luke started to fuck me with long powerful strokes. He wasn't as brutal as his brother, and instead of pinning me down, he grabbed my hips to pull me back onto him.

"By the looks of his cock he is enjoying it," said Mark as my cock sprang to full attention from the fucking Luke was giving me. If I could have, I would have sucked Mark's cock but from my position that wasn't feasible.

"I will have him shooting his load in a minute," Fred chuckled.

Luke began power fucking me, pulling his cock fully out of my ass before driving back in. My chest was pressed against the table each time he slammed burying his fat cock to the hilt.

"Breeding time," he grunted as his strokes became faster and more savage until he grunted with effort as he pumped his seed into me.

I was exhausted after the energetic fucking Mark and Luke had given me but now it was Fred's turn.

"Want to see your face when you cum," he said as he turned me onto my back and pulled me forward so my cheeks were off the table. Then he grabbed my legs and with his strong arms, lifted them so they were against his chest, my ankles on his shoulders. He grabbed my knees and without using his hands jabbed his cock against my open hole. I was so well lubed he could drive home in one powerful thrust, and then he held it there.

I reached up and stroked his gnarled face, then moved my fingers to tweak his nipples. This was clearly something he liked as he started to fuck me with fast deep strokes.

"You gonna be our bitch now boy," he said punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

"I will keep all your balls drained," I groaned as I squeezed my ass muscles.

"You are a good bottom, glad you learnt something down there."

I could feel the pressure building inside as he rubbed against my prostate, and I knew I was close. I moved my hand to try to grab my cock, but Fred slapped it away.

"You will cum no hands like a good bottom bitch should," he growled, his thrusts pushing me up the table. I could see Luke and Mark standing either side watching me, slowly fisting their cocks back to hardness.

"Hurry up, Fred lad, I want to breed him again," Mark said.

"Me too," echoed Luke.

The thought that I was going to get another two loads after Fred's sent me over the top and my cock exploded sending a stream of seed up my belly and chest. That must have been what Fred was waiting for as once I started to cum, he joined me pumping deep inside my bowels.

As he pulled out of my open ass he laughed, "Now for round two."

*****

Walking back down the hill I could feel seed starting to leak out of my battered ass. I had taken six loads that had been pumped into me with great enthusiasm. We had agreed that I would return tomorrow for another session, something I eagerly looked forward to. Perhaps this village had some hidden bonuses after all.

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edited by RFFAST