Blue Moon

Isn’t it strange how when you least expect it, the unexpected happens in life. And so it was that I decided to cut my journey if half, en route to my annual holiday destination. The thousand mile drive would normally require getting up at four a.m. and only arriving after seven p.m., that evening. That’s why I figured that cutting the journey in half would simply make the experience far more enjoyable. I had also never stayed in the small town that served as the halfway point.

Arriving at a respectable hour that afternoon I booked into the B&B I had prearranged. I decided to have a short lie-down prior to meandering through the small town.

An hour later, on my reconnaissance, I found the little town to be rather pretty as I imbibed its atmosphere.

That evening I had dinner at a small restaurant where the food was excellent. Afterward, I stopped by the town’s most popular pub and ordered a beer. As I sat sipping on my beer I was joined by Craig Harding. He was a good-looking guy and a wonderful raconteur. Craig had also stopped over in the town as he regularly did, on a business trip. He handed me a business card which offered the following services: Corruption/Debauchery/Decadence/Depravity/Immorality/Machocism/Orgies/Rape/Restraints/ Slavery/Torture/Whipping. The card was naturally a sham and part of his amusing repertoire.

After a couple of enjoyable hours in Craig’s company, the barman announced that he was taking last orders. It was only nine-forty-five for goodness sake!

Craig just laughed at my astonishment, explaining, “That’s the way it is in these small towns,” before continuing, “Not to worry after we finish our beers we can go to the Blue Moon.

‘Blue Moon’ was apparently an ‘unofficial’ pub located on a smallholding five minutes out of town. The owners did not have a business license, so you simply gave ‘tips’ upon ordering a drink. The owner of Blue Moon had bought all the fittings for his pub from a historic hotel that had been demolished years before. It was very impressive.

As we sat at the bar I looked around getting a strange vibe about the place.

‘Could this be a gay bar?’ I thought. ‘If so, having spoken about his wife and kids earlier why had Craig brought me here?’

“Is this a… gay place?” I eventually asked.

Looking at me and shrugging Craig simply uttered, “Meh!” I took that to mean, ‘so what!’ The men mostly looked like butch farmers and some were very hot.

After a short while, Craig got up and proclaimed, “Time to check out the action.”

Intrigued, I accompanied him, entering a door on the left side of the bar counter.

It was a long dimly lit rectangular room, and to the left, there were ten cubicles about six feet or so wide next to one another. Each cubicle had a raised bunk with a mattress covered in what appeared to be a plastic material. The booths also had curtains hanging from a rail. Two of the curtains were closed as we meandered towards what appeared to be a darkroom at the end of the passage. We peered into this dark space but found it to be empty.

On our return, a good looking young guy passed making eye contact with Craig, before entering a cubicle just beyond us.

Craig smiled at me saying, “Looks like I’m going to get lucky. Listen… have some fun. They only close at three a.m., so I’ll see you later.”

Entering the cubicle the guy had gone into, Craig closed the curtain behind him.

I stood there stunned for a few moments thinking, ‘who the hell would have expected this place to exist out here?’

On my way back to the door one of the solid young farmers I had observed earlier entered the room. As I tried to advance he blocked my path. “You can’t leave now, I’ve only just got here,” he chided playfully.

In a heartbeat, I was wrapped in his arms and being kissed vigorously. He had a heavenly manly odour, and if you were to look up the word masculine in the dictionary, there would be a picture of him. Taking me by the arm we were soon in one of the cubicles with the curtain drawn. I was pushed up against the wall before his oral attack ensued. Groaning excitedly he began fumbling with my shirt buttons. In our lustful dance, we were virtually ripping the clothes off one another’s bodies.

Down to our underpants, I was again pushed up against the wall as he banged his crotch into me. I felt his hands slide into my underpants before he started kneading my cheeks. I never even got to see his cock because he simply pushed me down over the bunk, before pulling our underpants down, lining his cock up for an anal charge. Whatever began entering me must have been large, because my round eyes would have given an owl a run for its money.

As his battering-ram got going he kept uttering, “Ngh, ngh, ngh,” over and over again. The pleasure that ‘Farmer Boy’ was providing me was well worth the initial strain. I prayed he wouldn’t cum too quickly because my pussy was getting exactly what it deserved. He continued steadily banging me for several minutes.

“Nnnngh,” he cried as his farmer spunk irrigated my backside.

Dressing quickly afterward and with a bashful grin, he apologized for going wild as he had, blaming it on his horniness. With a boyish smile, he then tapped his watch saying that he had better get home because his wife always had a sense of humour failure when he arrived after twelve.

With lust pumping through my veins, I entered the darkroom soon after.

Observing a figure towards the back of the room I sauntered over. The man I encountered was heftier than the farm boy, and his kissing was also much more insistent. “I am going to fuck the living shit out of you,” he stated as I was pulled out of the darkroom and pushed into a cubicle. ‘Hefty’ was not into foreplay, and in a matter of seconds, I was again bent over a bunk. No sooner had my pants been pulled down before I felt his log nudging my pussy. The threat was short-lived, because clamping my backside he hit home in one manic thrust.

Hefty’s dick also felt thicker than ‘Farmer Boy’s’, and although his rhythm was slower, his thumping was more tenacious and exaggerated. He pushed all the way in, then out, over and over and over.

When Hefty’s breathing became staggered, another guy who had been peeping through the curtain entered the cubicle, quickly removing his pants. Within seconds after Hefty had cum and pulled out, my arse was again occupied. For a third time I didn’t get a look at the cock about to fuck me, but ‘Peeper’s’ infiltration felt very satisfying. He had obviously become overexcited watching Hefty in action, because Peeper shot his load a minute later.

He was also sorely lacking in manners because he dressed and left, without as much as a thanks or goodbye.

I got dressed and made my way back to the bar where Craig was in deep conversation with another good-looking young man, as I joined them at the counter. Not long after the two of them made their way to, ‘The fuck room.’

As I sat sipping on my beer alone a very large man entered the bar. He must have been at least six-foot-four-inches-tall, weighing in excess of three hundred pounds. He occupied the bar stool two away from mine. As he placed his massive hands on the bar counter it looked like two hamper packs of meat was being placed on display. When his beer arrived he consumed half the contents in one gulp. The second half of the beer followed shortly before he ordered another one.

After again glugging down half that beer in one gulp, he turned to me smiling and said, “Hi, I’m Ollie. I haven’t seen you here before.”

After pouring the rest of his beer down his throat he again turned to me and said, “Come with me.”

About to pass me he placed one of his huge hands on my back and propelled me towards the back room door. I was ushered straight into one of the cubicles and as I attempted to close the curtain he instructed me not to.

“Leave it open, because I get claustrophobic when these curtains are closed.”

His enormous hands then totally encased my head before his huge mouth covered my entire jaw.

As my teeth parted a slab of meat completely plugged my oral cavity. His had to be the thickest tongue I had ever encountered. In complete control of my head, his tongue impaled my mouth in an extensive excavation. With his hands clamping my head I was totally under his control, hanging like a marionette before him. When we finally broke loose his hands pushed my body down. As I pulled his underpants down a thing of splendour revealed itself. Curving over a massive pair of balls his cock looked spectacular.

From a fat base, it tapered to a loose foreskin that hung open over his knob head. When I lifted his dick with my both my hands next to one another, a further five inches extended beyond my fingers.

Pulling the foreskin back, a long elongated cock head emerged glistening with pre-cum. Suctioning the head into my mouth thick flappy folds of skin completely surrounded my lips. As I licked and sucked, contented sighs rumbled from above me. He allowed me to worship to my heart’s content as his hands toyed with my head.

A while later, I felt his hands begin lifting my body before I received a second oral onslaught from Ollie. As he kissed me I continued playing with his magnificent knob. Slowly, I felt my body being turned before my torso was pushed down over the bunk. After a few slaps with his cock on my back, the proboscis began nudging my pussy lips open. As it nudged in deeper and deeper, the feeling of fulfilment was totally awesome.

Gently, his hips began to swing to and fro before my torso was lifted and clamped by his arms, as my back arched over his stomach. I could happily have spent the rest of my life doing exactly was I was doing at that moment. With his hands caressing my body, his mouth suckled on my neck and ears. On and on we continued united in a lusty embrace. After an eternity of bliss, his breathing quickened before his shaft sprayed the contents of his massive balls into me.

Ollie lifted me onto the bunk afterward and suctioned his lips onto my pussy. His fat tongue began encouraging me to expel the cache of seed that I had been storing. Licking and slurping he mumbled sounds of contentment as he feasted lustily. Once done, my body was turned before he enclosed my dick in his lips. His hot mouth and frantic tongue had me unloading within minutes.

As our third oral session got underway I could smell and taste the residue of spunk that he had devoured. Not long after my body was again turned and I could not wait for my second anal invasion to get underway. After he entered me, and my torso once again arched over his stomach before two other farmers appeared next to us.

Soon both were tugging on their cocks as we swayed sensually. Ollie obviously knew the guys and soon Jock, the first of the two had removed his trousers and was standing on the bunk before me. Jock wasn’t exactly well endowed and somewhat of a sprinter. After sucking him for a minute or so, Jock was done, and on his way.

Donnie, the second farmer was much more promising, however. He had a really fat knob that plugged my mouth to capacity. With two sets of hands caressing my head and body and both my holes solidly filled, I was in fuck-heaven.

They humped and thumped my body manically, like two large dogs that had just had a bitch in heat tossed into a cage with them. I sputtered and groaned as Ollie and Donnie growled in a lustful harmony. When Donnie unloaded, my head was firmly clamped as he force-fed me every morsel of produce from his hefty nuts. Ollie picked up his pace behind me and began slamming into me brutally as Donnie finally got off the bunk.

Grabbing both my elbows, my body was pulled onto Ollie’s knob in a frantic final frenzy as he roared, while flooding my arse with his second load. Again my body was pulled upward onto the bunk, before his tongue assaulted my slimy hole once more.

I commenced feverishly tugging on dick as he rimmed and slurped on my pussy, and when I was about to cum Ollie spun my body around and sucked my balls dry as my faucet twitched in his mouth.

After arriving back at the bar with Ollie, Craig was seated there having a drink. He mentioned that it was time for him to drop me at my B&B. Ollie interrupted saying that he could do so with no hassle at all.

I spent that night and the following one at Ollie’s home. Upon my return journey fourteen days later I again spent two nights with Ollie, not concerned at all about the two nights I forfeited at my holiday destination.

The night of my arrival at Ollie’s home on that occasion was fantastic as Ollie had invited a few of the farmers for a pool playing evening. We didn’t shoot too much pool to be honest, but that’s an entirely different story…