It was an cloudiness and modest day in mid-June many geezerhood ago and I was just nineteen. I was staying at my uncle's farm to avail him out a bit as well as submit a little time to figure out my architectural plan for the hereafter. Job, schooling, calling, young woman, and fun all had to be considered in the determination I soon needed to make. Finding contemplating such affair was best done in the out-of-doors I spent a lot of my free sentence hiking around the area's scattered woods and scouring clash festooned rolling hillsides. This picky day I'd been stomping around for time of day and it seemed the farther I went the more lost in thought I became. Suddenly I snapped out of it and realized I had become rather disoriented. I couldn't say I was lost though because I could still see the Alfred Hawthorne in the length with the typical rock outcropping that bordered the farm. I just had to kind of bushwhack my way down to the route I knew went through the shoal valley below me. I wasn't familiar with this reaching of land but knew I'd be ok now.

Scrambling cross-country down the spotty gradient I made my way through a tortuous grove of stunted tree to find myself confronted by an old weather-beaten fencing. I could see the back of a sign attached to it and was curious about what it said. After climbing the fence I read the mansion and got a most unpleasant feeling in the pit of my belly. In bold missive it nearly screamed, NO TRESPASSING KEEP OUT.

Oops !, I thought as I sheepishly turned to walk the remaining distance to the road. I hadn't gone more than fifty yards when I heard a typical and unmistakable sound, the strait of a gun being cocked !

"We take a dim survey of intruder around here son. Turn around and put your hands up !"a raspy masculine phonation commanded firmly. Terrified, I thought my thumping heart would pound right out of my breast ! I did as the representative said and faced my captor. turning, I faced a stocky man in his 1950s wearing grubby dress and pointing a rifle at me.

"Get walking that way."he said gesturing with his gun. And I did."We're going to my house to call the sheriff ! Now move !"he barked gruffly."I …I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage sir ! I was kind of lost."I desperately tried to explicate.

"Just keep goin."is all I heard from him. Then I saw the old, dingy, little mansion with a few scattered out construction clustered around it. Trying to console myself any way possible I thought,"Well, if he's calling the sheriff at least he's not in all likelihood to be a consecutive killer."

Arriving at the door of the rustic dwelling my"Host"said"Go in, it's not locked."As expected it was cluttered and unkempt with a lot of antiquated furnishings mixed with some modern font public toilet. I stood in the nerve centre of a fairly tumid living way as he stood by the door and closed it behind him. His side by side Good Book left me in shock,"return off your shoes and socks, then your shorts and undies and toss them over here. I want to see your ass."My mettle was really thumping again when I peeled off running shorts and dropped my briefs to floor. Then I bent over, scooped them up and tossed them over to him. This was as proficient as tying me up since I couldn't escape bottomless !

With that he reached for the telephone and started dialing. He told the sheriff he'd caught a trespasser and then he started whispering so low I couldn't make out what was being said. Then he hung up."He's in the area and will be here shortly."he told me.

Again I desperately pleaded my case that my trespassing had been unintentional and expressed how sorry I was. But it again had no consequence and I could just as well have been talking to a paries. How could I get out of this ?

Then I heard a vehicle twist up and parkland. So did my Host who went and opened the room access to let the officer in. Still facing away from them I glanced back to see what he looked like. He was a very imposing anatomy decked out in his uniform and was at least six foot three.

"God ! You were right ! That IS a great ass !"the policeman gushed. What ? I thought to myself."Got something for lubricating substance ?"he asked the legion."Yeah, lots."came the reply. With my innkeeper ahead of me and the sheriff behind me I was escorted to a bedroom. On seeing it had a bathroom I begged to use it and they let me. As I was in there I heard them moving around doing hooey. When I came out I was shocked to see both of them were stark NAKED !"What the hell was going on ? !"I wondered.

My master of ceremonies then spoke up and said,"Alright kid, here's the deal. We can pull in this whole mess go away, forget we ever saw you, and even drop you off where you want to go but we each get to accept our way with that cute ass of yours. If not, I press charges, there's jailhouse, and a bad St. Mark on your phonograph record forever. What's it gon na be ?"The gear in my psyche cranked at full speed trying to process the site.

"Uh, what do you intend by"have your way"exactly ?"I asked nervously.

"Simple kid, we each take a number sticking our gumshoe in your ass and fucking you like a girl any way we want. And by the way, we're going to memorialize it and play it back so you can view yourself getting fucked."

My jaw dropped. The thought of actually being penetrated by another male had never entered my brain ! Were they good ? ! They sure seemed to be. My judgment raced to retrieve any possible way out of this but could feel none. I knew law enforcement was extremely sparse in this county and the lonesome one available for miles wanted to screw my butt ! My uncle had no clue I was here and I couldn't afford effectual bother. I had no alternative.

Defeated I hung my head and mumbled"ok."

My emcee smiled and said"Great, kneel on the bed with your butt and feet over the edge. You'll like it, I guarantee."Still wearing my T shirt but raw below the waist I climbed onto the bed and got in position. I overheard,"Hand me the lube before you pick up the photographic camera. Thanks."I felt like a garrison that was about to be overrun by an invading army. All of my defenses were down.

paw started roaming over my consistence, especially my butt. A fingerbreadth started at my lower dorsum and slowly ran down the deepening crack between my impudence. They were slowly pulled apart and a part said"Wow ! Look at this beautiful hole ! Let's see how it feels."Then came a brief intermission and the sudden shocking realization that something long and narrow was being pushed into my cigarette. I knew it had to be his finger when his knuckle touched me."Is this the first affair you've ever had in there ?"he asked probing inside me."Yeah."I admitted.

"Ah, so you are a virgin just like I thought. Like it ?"he probed with both meanings of the word equally earmark in my situation."Uh, yeah."

"Good."And I felt his digit leave my rear.

A minute later I heard,"There, that should be plenty. You filmin ? shuffle sure you get his brass and my prick going into him."The sheriff's voice"transcription, go ahead."

This was NOT happening ! It couldn't be happening ! My thoughts screamed. But it was. This rail line of thought was shattered as I felt the slick, rubbery, head enter between my cheeks and press firmly against the last holdout of my virginity."Don't combat it, just let it in."

I tried, and it started gradually making progress. The pressure was starting to get a bit awful when my trunk gave in and I blurted an involuntary"OH MY GOD ! ! !"as he buried his cock in my bottom ! His deal gripped my hip and the shaft started thrusting within me. I was appalled at what was happening to me but the sensations of his member detrition against my soft rectal walls were empyreal !

"He likes it, you should see the look on his face ! How does he palpate in there ?"the sheriff said as I caught a coup d'oeil of his nude, hairy, legs a couple fundament from my head."might be the Charles Herbert Best butt hole I've ever fucked ! You're gon na love being in him !"came the enthusiastic answer.

The poke was becoming Sir Thomas More and more frantic and I heard"OH ! I.. ! ... I'm CUMMING !"then I felt his fluid squirting inside me. I heard"Get a close up of it coming out."

Moments later he pulled out of me and I suddenly felt empty. I knew that would not last long. But I was relieved and had actually, enjoyed how it had felt. I thought to myself that maybe I would be ok.

"Well, he's all warmed up for ya Bill. Hand me the camera. Thanks, ready when you are."I heard as I tried to figure out if I should move or not."Kid, all I did was prisonbreak you in a little, now you're gon na get seriously FUCKED ! Bill loves to fuck ass and you're just the kind of boy he likes, young, fluid, and slender. That's really why I called him. He can make a boy feel real good ! He's all yours peak. How do you desire him ?"

In his deep substructure voice Bill said"climbing on the bed Kid. I want to evince you something."Still wearing just my T shirt I laid on the bed and for the first time sized up flyer. He was I his forty, about six foot three well -muscled, hairy, had sorry hairsbreadth and a moustache. But his rooster ! I hadn't really paid very much attention to it former, probably because it was still lenient. Now it was at least eight inches long with bulging green vein and topped by a plump helmet shaped tip already oozing a trickle of unmortgaged fluid. It stood out boldly from a dense tangled nestle of dismal pubic hair. I tried desperately to not opine of what he clearly intended to do with it.

connexion me on the bed and getting on his stifle Bill asked"Ever handle another guy's putz ? Go ahead, put your hands on it."I touched it and then started exploring the mighty shaft of fleshly physique. My handwriting grasped it and felt its firmness. I marveled at the heft of his nut and the softness of the bulging mind. He squirted a big lump of lube onto it and had me slather it all over his cock. When I finished the other guy handed me a towel to wipe my bridge player on. At Bill's program line I reclined on my back and brought my knees clear back to my chest. This completely laid bare my newly deflowered butt jam and boy contribution.

"WOW ! That's the most beautiful boy butt joint I've ever seen ! Are ya filmin ? I'm gon na see how deep I can get in this boy."broadsheet said as he placed the head of his cock at my entrance."Breathe mystifying and recall glad thought boy, it'll induce this easier."

The tip started pressing hard against my opening but it resisted gallantly. The invader retreated and tried again over and over and each time gained a little More footing as I stretched ever wider. respiration deeply I let my mind go as I closed my oculus and thought of hiking through the countryside. After just a present moment or two of this I was jolted back to reality when the rubbery tip lurched suddenly through my little anus. I gasped but the pain of this challenging insertion was achievable. Now past the most intimidating and uncomfortable phase, broadsheet's stately penis glided smoothly into my most confidant deepness. Indescribable pleasure emanated from its handing over and it's rubbing against my touchy rectal walls. It just kept going, sinking deeper and deeper. Finally it stopped and I felt eyeshade's hairy bush and ball release energy against me. Bill was now fully entrenched in my hairless little rump ! And it felt… it felt…… well, safe !

"Good job son, I knew you could take it ! Your butt spirit SO GOOD ! Now I'm gon na be intimate you in your boy hole !"With this I opened my middle to see his face right above me with my ankles resting on his broad berm. His statement was not loose chatter and he immediately started pumping in and out of me and it felt even ameliorate !

This had all been so vivid I had lost track of anything else going on beyond the pleasure of my own body. Becoming more cognisant of thing I noticed the former guy standing nearby with the camera in his hands apparently filming Bill's cock fucking me and I was actually happy since I was curious what this all looked like. He fucked me concentrated in this position for a long time then told me he wanted to see my derriere as he fucked me.

He had me kneel on my hands and articulatio genus with my legs kind of bent then he knelt upright behind me. With little effort his organ reentered my tail end as his big hands grasped my hips. greenback's potent body thumped hard against my buttocks and I loved the sensation of his big penis rhythmically thrusting in the hot juicy corridor of my boyish rectum. I was lost in pleasure.

The other guy laughed and said,"He likes it ! He has a severely on !"government note's deal reached under me, found my erecting and stared masturbating it. This along with the peter pumping in me was too much and I squirted my cum all over the bed. This caused my hole to repeatedly clamp down hard then release the cock inside me so intensely that greenback suddenly grunted and let loose. I could feel the ebullition of his cum flooding the innermost chambers of my rectum. The pulsing of his orgasmic electric organ ebbed and beak slowly pulled it out of my once virginal croup."There, now don't tell us you didn't like that, we know very well that you did."Bill said as we started to houseclean up.

We were all exhausted but satisfied as they played back the recording for me. My curiosity was raging and I really wanted to see what it all looked like from another angle. And they had gotten it. It was amazing to see them sliding into my butt, fucking me, close-ups of my face responding to the pleasure, and graphic close-ups of their dick pumping my tooshie muddle. It was amazing to learn.

We got dressed and they kept their word. I got in neb's sheriff vehicle and we started back to my uncle's place. I was lost in persuasion recalling all I had experienced that afternoon and how surprisingly good it had felt. How long would it be till I could feel that way again ? The longing stirred in me getting regretful and worse as we bumped along the old poop road."You ok ?"bill asked."Can we do it again ? Would you get it on me again now ?"I asked nearly begging."Uh, sure, I can perpetrate over there."We headed to small a dense orchard of oak trees just off the road and went just far enough in to be out of sight. He had me bend over and stimulate myself against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. He dropped my bloomers and a moment later his putz was buried once again in my prat. Frantically he pumped me ramming hard against my tail. I couldn't get plenty ! All too soon he came in me but for now at least I'd had my filling, literally.

Bill dropped me off near my uncle's entree route and I thanked him. As I walked back up the road to the house I pondered on what this all meant. I definitely still liked young woman but they couldn't provide for these newly awakened desires.

In time I had great experiences with both cat and fille but no confrontation ever seemed to mate the inflammation of this first meter when I was caught trespassing .