Halstock

I wanted to see him do it, though. I wanted to know that my suspicions about the two of them weren't just the result of my over-active imagination.

So I gave him that little push he needed. I said, smiling, "I bet you can't make him get a stalk-on within a minute..."

That was encouragement enough. I was, effectively, offering myself as being partly to blame if word got out a bit this. It had been my suggestion; or that's how he could put it in his defence.

He knelt down next to Rob and slowly and carefully rubbed his flaccid cock. Rob groaned quietly in his sleep but didn't move. William took this as a positive sign and wrapped his fingers around Rob's stem, continuing his gentle rubbing actions.

The farmer's cock began to slowly develop, lengthening gradually and becoming noticeably more solid. He groaned again but this time it sounded more like a pleasurable sigh.

William looked up at me, his eyes alight with excitement. He chuckled, "It's so weird to have it growing in my hand... it's got a life of it's own!"

I smiled and he returned to caressing the enlarging organ. His strokes became more masturbatory when the cock had grown to a size which accommodated this. His face moved further towards it and he licked his lips in fascination at it's rapid growth.

He craned his neck so that he was breathing right on it as it surpassed six inches, then seven. He seemed to be inhaling its scent as his fingers worked rapidly up and down the thickening length of it. Precum started to dribble from the slit in the head of it and Rob groaned a low, long sigh of intense pleasure.

William saw and smelt the precum, licking his lips again, and I thought, "You've sucked this before and you want to suck it now..."

At that moment I became absolutely certain that the two of them had been playing around together. I wondered how far it had gone between them; whether the sucking had led on to more intimate penetrations yet.

William's hand began to quicken and he now wanked the huge cock rapidly and forcefully. Rob's breathing started to quicken, a low panting sound developing to the same rhythm as William's fist, and he shifted position in his sleep so that his legs were more widely spread. The lower extremity of the crack between his buttocks was now visible between his balls and the mattress of the camp-bed. Rob groaned again and moved his right leg further to the side so that his cleft opened slightly. He was, evidently, a guy who liked easy access to his arsehole while he was being pleasured, even when he was barely conscious of it.

I broke William's almost hypnotic trance as he stared at his hand gliding quickly up and down Rob's cock, by saying, "Looks like I lost my bet..."

William looked up at me, a small puzzled smile on his face. He'd been too immersed in what he was doing to understand what I was talking about.

I added, "He's a big boy..."

William laughed and said, almost under his breath, "You wanna try tay- "

I smiled back at him, waiting for him to complete his sentence, but he just looked back at the cock he was continuing to masturbate as if he hadn't spoken.

I thought, "'You wanna try tay-'? What the hell was he about to say?"

I said, "I'll make the three of us some coffee." The kitchen was just down the hallway.

And I left William to it. I expected him to wake Rob up and for the two of them to laugh about what William had done. I didn't want to be around when that happened: Rob might be embarrassed and pissed off to have me intruding on something sexual between them.

While I stood waiting for the kettle to boil, I kept thinking about what William had said. "You wanna try tay-" What could have been about to follow that?

I didn't hear sounds of Rob waking up so I crept back along the hallway and peered through the crack between the the living room door and its frame to see what was going on.

William was, as I'd half-expected, feasting on Rob's engorged cock, lapping at its slick, slippery head like a kitten at a bowl of milk, and then slurping his lips up and down as much of its eight inch stalk as he could take. His hand was moving between Rob's balls and his arse cheeks: kneading and caressing the former and then moving down to work a finger gently into the cleft of the latter.

He kept looking up at the door, listening for sounds of the kettle switching off and me reappearing with the coffee, and then returning to lick and suck at the cock in front of him.

He'd occasionally look up at Rob's face and say, with a chuckle, "Come on, I know you're awake by now..."

But when Rob's face betrayed no sign of consciousness and his cock throbbed insistently for more, William would mutter, "Okay... this'll do it..." and he'd try a different technique with his mouth, probing Rob's arse more deeply with his finger as he did so.

The kettle switched off with a loud click so I crept back to the kitchen to pour the coffee. As I did so, I thought, "He was about to say, 'You wanna try taking it in your mouth...'" He was clearly well practised at it. But then, as I stirred sugar and milk into the drinks, I wondered if maybe the comment had been intended for the hole at the other end of his body. After all, penetration through the rear would be pose quite a significant problem when you were dealing with a guy of Rob's build.

I headed back into the living room with a couple of mugs for the two of them. As I expected, the two of them had, by now, prepared themselves for my arrival. Rob was sitting up on the campbed, with the sheets pulled across the large and obvious rod between his legs, while William grinned at him and then me.

Rob said, glancing down at the bulge he was making, "Looks like your mate has a knack for getting me going..."

I handed him his coffee with a nod and a smile.

Rob continued, "Don't know what I was dreaming of... must've been someone nice..."

He looked up at William and they both grinned coyly at each other.

I thought, "Oh, Jesus. Pass the fuckin' sick-bag..."

I left them to get my own coffee and by the time I returned with it, Rob had got up from his bed and was getting dressed. He tucked his large erection, which was still wet from William's mouth, into his briefs with some difficulty while William looked on with the same fascination that he'd shown earlier.

After he'd pulled on a few clothes and we'd finished our coffee, the three of us set out to go mushrooming.

I remember that, on the way home that evening, William had asked me not to tell anyone about the fact he'd wanked Rob off on the camp-bed that morning.

I'd shrugged and muttered, "I've no reason to..."

He'd laughed, obviously relieved, and said something like, "Yeah... I don't want people thinking I'm like your mate Simon..."

I'd turned to face him and asked, "And what's my mate Simon like?"

William had laughed again, a little more nervously, and said, "You know... a bit gay..."

I'd stopped right there and he had too. I'd replied in a slow and quiet voice. "Look mate. You've a much better chance of me shutting up about seeing you suck the farmer off in his sleep this morning if you keep my mate Simon out of this... I don't care what you get up to, but you're not gonna try and pull attention away from your own sexuality by knocking his..."

William flushed and looked taken aback, but he nodded.

And that's pretty much the story of what happened at Halstock, save for two postscripts.

I kind of like the fact these happened, even though both of them were completely accidental and are - in a way - almost incidental to the story. They're proof that the two guys kept meeting up and that their relationship had continued to develop: proof that William hadn't been preyed upon by the evil, older farmer; and that, conversely, Rob hadn't been seduced and then discarded by the devious, good-looking youth.

The first postscript took place the next year in the April. I was taking my dog for a walk over at Sutton Bingham which is a few miles from Rob's farm at Halstock. The place is a nature reserve set around a small, man-made lake. In the car park, I noticed Rob's Landrover and then, there, near the toilets, William's bike chained up.

I thought, "Ah ha!"

A walk along the lakeside yielded no sign of them until I got to the bird sanctuary at the far side of the lake. There, I saw them through the trees. William was sitting on the low branch of a tree, Rob was standing facing him. They were deep in conversation but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

I hung around for a while and, after a few minutes, Rob walked up to William and kissed him on the lips. William smiled appreciatively. Perhaps he'd been telling him something upsetting; he looked like he was pleased to receive the affection.

The two of them had stayed like that, Rob between William's legs as they talked and kissed among the trees. Then, over the next five minutes or so, Rob's movements became gradually more sexual and it became obvious that he was developing an erection as his crotch rubbed against William's. He started to hump the younger man, gently at first and then more roughly, and their cocks ground together through the material of their trousers.

They began to kiss more passionately and William grabbed the back of Rob's jeans, squeezing his buttocks through the thick denim as their mouths worked against one another.

When Rob pulled back and began to unbutton William's trousers and pull down his briefs, I felt it might be time for me to leave.

I got my third glimpse of William's bright red pubic hair, looking almost like it was burning in the rays of the late afternoon sunshine, as Rob went down on him and hungrily ate the teenager's erect cock.

I left them to it, retracing my footsteps away from the bird sanctuary and back along the lakeside.

My final encounter with them must have taken place a couple of years later.

My mother had - somehow - become friendly with William's mother and had offered to water the plants in their house while her and her husband were on holiday.

One Saturday, having just arrived back home from university, I'd been given the job of going over there to do the deed.

I remember that I'd whined at my mother about it, asking something like, "Why can't William do it, where's he?" The house was a good half mile away, after all.

"He's up in Birmingham," she'd snapped. "He's got a job for the summer so he's staying up there in his university digs."

So I'd had to walk over to the house, let myself in and water the plants that had been left in a large huddle on the kitchen window sill.

The first thing that had alerted me to the fact that the house may not have been empty had been the empty wine bottles and discarded takeaway cartons littered around the kitchen sink. At first I'd assumed they must have been there since William's parents had gone on holiday, but there was no mould growing inside the foil containers and the remnants of the sauce smelled quite fresh.

Then I heard the low drone of male conversation coming from upstairs.

I guess my opening the door and turning the tap on to fill the watering can had disturbed their sleep, although they hadn't been aware of the reason they'd awoken.

I finished watering the plants, quietly, wondering who might be upstairs but unwilling to venture a look in case William's parents had returned early. Just as I was about to leave, I heard the toilet flush.

Then I heard William shout, "D'you want a coffee, Rob?"

And Rob reply, "If you're asking if I want something hot and wet trickling down my throat, the answer's yes. But I'm not talking about a coffee."

William laughed and I'd heard his footsteps beat quickly across the landing as he'd ran back into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. The two of them had wrestled, giggling, with the bedsprings squeaking like a trapped rat.