Second Honeymoon

When I was sixteen, my mom and dad decided to take a two-week-long second honeymoon vacation. They coordinated this with my Easter break. I would, therefore, have the displeasure of spending my holiday with my mom’s best friend from high school. Ruth was married to a farmer named Waldo, and their twin sons Hans and Dirk were eighteen years of age. Both boys’ names came from their father’s German ancestors. Although there was very little interaction between our families, there was seldom a week that passed when mom and Ruth did not chat on the phone. Ruth kindly offered to take me in during my parents’ holiday, and my folks thought that exposure to farm life could be good for me.

I had only seen the twins four times before in my life and the last time when I was thirteen. You can imagine my surprise when I arrived at the farm and witnessed their increased bulk. The one thing I always remembered about them was that they scared the shit out of me. These were going to two difficult weeks!

Upon my arrival, Hans had a fat lip and Dirk a slightly puffy right eye. The boys had fought two days before, “Because that’s what boys do,” according to Waldo.

Waldo was a huge six-foot-three-tall man and looked like your typical farmer Joe with a beard. Dirk and Hans took after their father, and both were six-foot-two-tall. Waldo was very bulky and must have weighed two hundred and forty pounds. Both Dirk and Hans already topped the scales at two hundred pounds. The twins had brown hair and dark brown eyes like their father.

I took after my dad, who was five-foot-eight-tall and very slender and must have seemed like a complete wimp to Dirk and Hans. Both boys had also been the top wrestlers at the school that they formerly attended.

Hans and Dirk had separate bedrooms, each with two three-quarter beds. I would spend the first week in Han's room and the second week in Dirk’s room. I was sure that this was a compromise reached before my arrival. Hans’ room was next to his parent’s bedroom.

Ruth was virtually a slave to the three men and was seen and not heard. When I heard her yelping in the main room on the first night, Hans informed me, “she’s being kept in her place.” I was further assured, that; “Women liked the discipline.” I thought I had arrived in hell.

Thankfully, my first night went without incident and I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow. My first morning, however, was slightly traumatic. I got told that due to water scarcity, men showered together in the men’s bathroom. Each man would quickly wet himself before the water got turned off. You would then soap and scrub yourself before the water got turned back on, so you could hastily rinse off.

Their three bodies were stunning. They were all burly with large hands and huge feet. Rough as their hands were, they were masculine and mesmerizing. All three men were uncut, and Waldo’s meat was so thick that it looked like it belonged to a horse. The twin’s cocks were only marginally smaller. My cut dick looked totally out of place compared to the three enormous sausages flopping about in the shower. The effort it took me not to get a boner was extreme, but thankfully, we finished hastily.

At breakfast, a decision got made that I would alternate working with each of the men on a daily basis. On my first day, I would spend my shift with Dirk. He was the broodier of the two boys and had always been the one that frightened me the most. That day, I did as I was told, contributing as best I could. Naturally, I was no match for the incredible strength of my co-worker. Fortunately, however, Dirk went easy on me and did not push me too hard.

After dinner that evening, we all headed off to bed shortly after eight-thirty. That evening, Ruth’s, satisfying whimpering followed by her yelping.

“My mother’s getting a good fucking,” Hans informed me as the whimpering escalated. “I can’t wait to find a woman of my own one day when dad finally allows us to go out on dates and find our own bitches.”

Shortly after, I pretended to be asleep as I listened to Hans masturbating while grunting and groaning. Unfortunately, my head was facing in the opposite direction, and I was reluctant to turn and enjoy the spectacle.

The following day I spent with Hans, after our shower and breakfast ritual. He was far more engaging than Dirk and asked personal questions about my parents’ sex lives and my masturbation habits. I was somewhat coy and offered very little information on these subjects. That evening the same procedure followed as the previous night, and we were in bed once more by eight-thirty. There was no yelping from next door like the evening before, but his parents were clearly having sex again, judging by the groans emanating from their bedroom.

Before Hans turned the bedside lamp off, I pretended to be asleep. I then became aware of Hans sitting on my bed before I felt his hand caressing my back. Hans then gently pulled my pajama pants down and was soon touching my backside.

“I know you’re awake,” Hans said, before resuming, “This butt of yours looks just like a pussy to me… a pussy I need to practice on.”

Before I could respond, he yanked my pajama pants down before he jumped on top of me. With his left hand over my mouth, I could feel his erect cock between my cheeks. He put his mouth to my ear and said, “Just fucking relax and shut up.” I started whimpering as his moist knob began rubbing against my butt-hole.

Intensifying his grasp over my mouth, I felt him lift before placing his dick-head at my hole. As I began to feel the pressure of his entry, I gasped into his hand. Hans prodded solidly before crossing the threshold of my capitulating pucker. His vice-like grip completely overpowered me, and I knew that I was totally at his command. Before long, his infiltration was complete. As we lay still, my with my arse was on fire. As the discomfort began to diminish, he removed his hand from my mouth and asked if I was okay. I groaned my acknowledgment before I felt him start to move his hips before he commenced thrusting into my backside.

Hans started grunting as he intensified his stabbing, pushing my legs further apart with his knees. Hans was now in full stride, and my fantasy had become a blissful reality. Hans then kissed my neck and ears before pulling my head to the side, enveloping my lips with his mouth. I was beginning to enjoy my first anal experience.

The episode continued for several minutes before I felt his body go rigid before spewing his seed into my eager backside. Spent, he lay on top of me for a few minutes before we enjoyed the last lingering kiss. This visit to the farm had just become a total delight.

The following morning during our shower, I felt Hans insert his finger into my backside as we paired off to wash each other’s backs. I had to restrain myself from gasping, but fortunately, the other two men did not notice. At breakfast, I observed a look of acknowledgment between the two brothers as we ate our food. Dirk then kept giving me a knowing look throughout the meal.

That day I worked with Waldo. I had started liking him, despite his misogynistic attitude towards Ruth. I had also begun to believe that she was comfortable with her husband’s behavior, and maybe that is what worked for them in the bedroom. There was no doubt that he was an MCP (Male Chauvinist Pig), but that didn’t affect my life, and so I couldn’t care less because it was none of my business.

That evening Dirk joined Hans and me in our bedroom. To the sounds of a prolonged groaning from next door, it soon became apparent that I was about to experience my first threesome. Dirk then suggested that we move through to his bedroom at the far side of the passage. Thankfully, lubrication got introduced, as Dirk instantly entered my backside while I sucked Hans off. Hans was determined to push his meat all the way down my throat as I joyfully succumbed to my spit roasting. Although I gagged like hell initially, I was soon able to relax and swallow Han’s balls-deep.

When the boys swapped positions, Dirk’s meat went all the way down my throat as well. Dirk unloaded first, and boy, oh boy, could he shoot! I finally got a taste of someone else’s spunk. I had to swallow as never before and can proudly say that I hardly spilled one drop. As I cleaned Dirk’s cock, Hans continued thrusting into me. Hans then pulled my torso upward before Dirk moved forward on his knees, encasing me between the two boys. I felt like the sausage in an oversized hot dog. With their arms enfolding me, Hans continued fucking my butt while Dirk passionately kissed me. As Hans started cumming, I could feel Dirk’s arms frantically pulling his bothers backside into me. As our session was drawing to an end my head got turned from side to side, as they took turns kissing me before Hans and I returned to our bedroom.

The following morning in the shower, the twins had raging hard-ons. Waldo just laughed, and after slapping each of them on their dicks said, “Looks like I’m not the only one getting lucky at night. I heard you fuckers going at it in Dirk’s bedroom last night.”

The twins and I were embarrassed, but Waldo just slapped my backside and said, “I had a feeling that you are a pussy-boy, Jack. There’s nothing wrong with my boys getting a bit of ‘fucking practice’ on a sweet arse like yours.”    

That day, Dirk and I had sex twice during our working schedule. He face-fucked me the first time and then butt-fucked me during our second session. When we went to bed that night, the same procedure from the previous evening followed in Dirk’s bedroom.

We all had erections the following morning in the shower. Waldo’s cock was almighty to behold. I could not resist and asked if I could wash it for him. He nodded his assent and once I had finished, I got a kiss on my forehead from him.

Hans and I emulated the previous day’s sex routine during working hours and had sex twice. With him, however, it commenced orally on both occasions and ended anally. That night the boys again shared me in what had become our nightly threesome. In the shower the following morning, I got to wash all three erect penises.

I worked with Waldo that day and was very interested to see if he would escalate our shower fun. At around eleven that morning, as we worked in the barn, my curiosity was satisfied.

“Jack, I haven’t seen my boys look so happy in a long while,” he informed me, “A bit of fun between men is the most natural thing in the world,” he concluded.

Pulling me towards him, Waldo now started kissing me passionately. As he did so, he undid his belt and opened his trousers. Pushing me to my knees, I knew that I was about to face my ultimate challenge. Waldo was gentle at first but soon gripped my head in a vice-like clamp and began face-fucking me.

With watering eyes and spit gushing, my mouth and throat tested to their maximum. Waldo liked it rough, and my face got incessantly slapped by his massive hands. He also enjoyed verbally abusing me as I whimpered. Before long, he pulled me up and then threw me over a bale of hay, before yanking my pants down.

My arse now became the focus of his attention as he slapped my butt meaningfully. Next, he impatiently pushed his bull-cock straight into me as I grunted like a wounded animal. With both his hands around my throat, he rode me like a rodeo cowboy. My yelping even outdid Ruth’s and I could tell that he liked my noisiness.

“Yes, squeal pussy-boy, your tight arse is ideal for fucking… How does it feel like when you’re getting fucked by prime farming beef…? Answer me, you little bitch,” Waldo barked as he manhandled my head.

“Incredible… Use me, fuck me,” I intoned.    

‘What the hell,’ I rationalized; a bit of discomfort was worthwhile when you have a mega stud fucking you!

Waldo now began to bang my head into the straw bale as he started approaching climax. Once he had cum his demeanour changed, and he started licking my face before kissing me passionately.

“So… What did you make of that?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Unbelievable,” I answered.

“I’m I better than my boys?” Waldo asked rhetorically.

“Definitely,” I replied.

“Well then, we’ll have to give them a demonstration on Saturday morning when Ruth goes to town,” he concluded.

That evening, my routine with the two boys continued as before. The following morning, our shower ritual also went to a new level and took a lot longer than usual as I got vigorously caressed by all three of them.

On Saturday, once Ruth had served breakfast before she left for town. She always did her shopping on Saturdays and would meet up with a friend for lunch before returning home. After assigning us our tasks, Waldo said that we would meet in the barn at eleven for a ‘demonstration.’

When Dirk, Hans, and I, entered the barn, Waldo was already naked.

“What are you guys waiting for…?” Before barking, “Take off your fucking clothes.” 

After we were all naked, Waldo resumed his speech. “I’m going to show you, boys, how to fuck a bitch,” Waldo said, addressing his sons. “Fortunately, we have a pussy-boy for the demonstration,” he continued, smiling at me.

Next, Waldo beckoned me to approach him. After pushing me down onto my knees, he gave my face a few slaps with his hand before gripping me by the hair and slapping me with his dick.

“You have to tame a bitch and make her submissive to your needs,” Waldo explained before resuming, “All that shit about tender love that you see on television is bullshit. A bitch needs to know her place and needs taming. That is why the modern man cannot keep a woman happy because he has lost his power. We are animals’ boys, and we seem to have forgotten that.”

By now, Waldo had taken hold of my ears and he was solidly skull-fucking me. This macho shit turned me on incredibly.

After a short while, my body got lifted before I was turned around and hurled onto the straw bale. Next, Waldo moved behind me and slammed his dick into my backside.

As I grunted and gasped, Waldo growled, “Do you hear that boys, a noisy bitch is a happy bitch...? If she ain’t hollering, she’s not content.”

I decided to play my part to the fullest and commenced putting on a vocal tour de force as Waldo began hammering his knob into me and slapping my hips. As I glanced at the twins, they were feverishly tugging on their cocks with maniacal looks of lust radiating from their eyes. Waldo now took hold of my hair and began banging my head into the straw bale. I had never been happier in my life.

Before Waldo unloaded, he went berserk as he forcefully pounded my backside with all his might. The roar from him when he came was animalistic.

When Waldo extracted his knob, Dirk pounced on me and began fucking like a lunatic. With all the visual stimulation he had experienced, he did not last very long before he too unloaded in my backside. As he moved away, Hans moved up. Hans, however, first observed the foamy jizz trickling down my thighs.

Next, he scooped it up and placed the palm of hand under my pucker instructing me to dispel the contents of my well-filled backside. After I did so, he grabbed me by my hair and smeared his hand over my mouth. As I licked his hand, the other two men snorted their approval.

Hans then hurriedly entered my backside and commenced hammering my arse as he banged my head against the straw bale. Like the other two guys, he didn’t last too long, and shortly, Hans began unloading his spunk. Once he finished, Waldo told me to stay exactly where I was before issuing an instruction for Hans and Dirk to get dressed and get back to work. Draped over the straw bale, I was very happy to have been the sacrificial offering for their enlightenment.

After Hans and Dirk left, Waldo speared his knob into me and placed me in a headlock.

With his mouth next to my ear, he then said, “Listen up, pussy-boy, from here on you and I will be visiting the barn every night,” and then after a short pause, he explained, “When I’m done, with Ruth at night, she always takes a sleeping pill. Within twenty minutes, church bells could not wake her. So make sure you don’t take too long with the boys at night, do you understand me?”

After acknowledging his order, Waldo gave me a solid ten-minute fucking. After he came, he placed his hand under my pucker. I knew that he wanted to emulate Hans’ earlier performance. When I had enjoyed my snack from his hand, we both got dressed and back to work.

After that, I did accompany Waldo to the barn every night and always made sure I had his sons’ two loads in my backside for my evening snack. Sex with Waldo was always the highlight of my day, and as much as I enjoyed the twins, Waldo was the top dog when it came to fucking.              

The rest of my visit was an ongoing fuck-fest with all three hunks. My final night on the farm was an orgy of monumental proportions in the barn, naturally, after Ruth had taken her sleeping pill. Being the focus of three studs was like a first-class ticket to fuck-heaven.

In the early hours of the following morning, Dirk decided that he wanted a farewell fuck. As I lay on my back looking up at Dirk, a thought crossed my mind. It had always intrigued me that the three men showered in the mornings rather than at night, given the hard work they performed on the farm. I did not mind their heady masculine aromas and had grown to love their rich body odours.

When I then asked Dirk if I could lick his armpits, he looked at me with total fascination in his eyes. Once I began to lick his first pit, however, Dirk practically began to convulse with excitement. I had scarcely started on the second pit before he unloaded into my backside.

“Don’t move,” he said as he jumped off me before leaving the room. Moments later, he returned with a sleepy-looking Hans.

“Hans, you’ve got to experience what I have just enjoyed,” he animatedly stated.

As directed, Hans shortly had his armpit over my mouth. No sooner had I begun to lick before Hans had his dick in my arse. Hans went crazy as I lapped in his pit. When the second armpit followed Hans also began to pant with lust. Unsurprisingly, he also did not last too long before seeding my arse.

With twenty minutes to go, before showering time, we sat and chatted about my next visit in ten weeks’ time. When we finally heard Ruth going downstairs, we made our way to the shower. As Waldo entered the bathroom, the twins animatedly told him that I had something special to show him.

He looked somewhat bemused but did as they suggested and stood with his back against the wall, with his arms lifted and his hands behind his head. As I commenced licking Waldo’s first armpit, he began to gasp with horniness. Next, I moved to the other pit as the twins began tugging on their knobs.

Once done, Waldo spun me around and pushed me up against the tiles before he started fucking me. Waldo also did not last too long before he unloaded into my butt. After he pulled his knob out of me, what had now become customary played itself out as the two boys took their turns.

After I had expelled three loads of cum into Waldo’s hand, I was, shortly getting fed an early morning protein snack.

Waldo took me to the bus stop at eleven that morning. En route, he told me that they could not wait for my next visit. As the bus departed, I had a heavy heart, and I was already counting down the days to my next visit to the farm.

I could not help wondering if my visit might end up inspiring an incest relationship between the three gods on the farm. Ten weeks seemed a long time to find out.