Bus Trip

Upon entering, I was pleased to see that the long seat at the back of the bus was unoccupied. The bus was practically empty, with no more than twelve other passengers on board, and with only five minutes to go until departure I eagerly headed for the back of the bus to claim my prize. I could think of nothing better than an uninterrupted snooze on the five-hour journey that lay before me.

Having just turned eighteen and completed my high school career, I embarked on my third solo journey to visit my maternal grandparents. After I turned sixteen two years before, my parents decided that I was old enough to make the annual journey to the farming community where my mom’s family lived. My dad was also very relieved that he no longer had to make tedious to and fro voyages, which he had endured in the preceding years.

My mother’s family owned two large farms, and her brother, Guy, oversaw the running of both farms now that granddad had taken a backseat. His daughters, my cousins, were ten and twelve years younger than I was, and as much as I adored them, they were not my idea of great company.

This, however, was not going to be one of my normal visits, but a yearlong working stay on the farm. I had decided to delay going to college by a year so that I could really give serious thought to what it was that I wanted to do with my life. My grandparents, mother, and uncle, were hopeful that I would be attracted to farming during this period and decided to make it my career.

I would effectively be employed during this year and paid a salary. With my accommodation and meals taken care of, all the money I was going to earn could therefore get saved.

As I sat down on the right side of the unoccupied back seat, I was very pleased about my good fortune as I settled in. With less than a minute to go, however, a rather large man entered the bus and began to move toward the back. I silently prayed that he would not occupy one of the empty back seats en-route, but to my dismay, he kept heading in my direction.

He was a hefty man, whom I estimated was at least six-foot-two-inches tall and thirtysomething. Although he was not traditionally good-looking, there was sexiness about him despite his peculiar egg-shaped head. He had very little hair on top of his tapered head, but a dense beard and moustache adorning the broader part of the ‘egg.’ His eyes were his most attractive feature and dark green colour. His mouth, nose, and ears were overly large, but not repulsive.

My heart sank as he got to the back of the bus and moved towards the other side of the long solid back seat. As he did so, he gave me an acknowledging and friendly ‘hello’ nod. No sooner had he sat down before the bus departed.              

Being summer, we were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. He also had what looked like a rolled-up lightweight travel blanket, which he placed on the seat next to him. 

I was determined not to engage him in conversation and possibly end up being bored out of my mind by some straight guy. I did not glance in his direction nor make any eye contact with him. Instead, I engrossed myself in a magazine that I had brought along.  

My mind began to wander as I blankly stared at the publication and I thought back to my previous visit when I had met Luiz, who was one of the migrant workers on the farm.   

My family on the farm made use of migrant labour. There were two farmhouses, where my grandparents lived in one house and my uncle and his family occupied the other one. The two houses were about a mile apart. Between the two, there was a large building where the migrant labourers were housed with an attached cottage for the farm’s foreman, who was permanently employed.    

I regretfully never got to have a scene with Luiz, although it came close on two occasions. Unfortunately, both times our possible assignation was thwarted by one of his fellow workers. I hoped that I would see Luiz again and finally get to enjoy his impressive uncut sausage, which I had been fortunate enough to see when he joined me for an outdoor ‘man-piss,’ late one afternoon.

My reverie suddenly got interrupted when the large form to my left arose from his seat and moved in my direction. With his left hand on the backrest of the seat before me, he extended his right hand in greeting. It almost felt like I had been cornered by him.

“Hi, I’m Kent,” he announced.

“Bentley,” I countered, introducing myself.      

“Where are you headed?” Kent then asked.

After I told him he let out a laugh as he informed me we were disembarking at the same destination. Without being asked, Kent then went on to tell me that he was starting a new job as a foreman for two farms. Although he should only have been en-route to this new job several days later, his previous employer had allowed him to leave a week earlier.

Next, when Kent mentioned that his new employer was Guy Thompson, who was my mother’s brother; my heart almost missed a beat. I immediately decided not to tell him that Guy was my uncle, fearful that I would then definitely have to endure his questions and company for the remainder of the journey.     

When my turn came to speak, I kept things very simple and mentioned that I was on an annual visit to see my grandparents.

To my relief, Kent then returned to his seat. If for one moment I thought that my ‘ordeal’ was over, I was, however, sadly mistaken.

Firstly, Kent’s posture and demeanour altered and took on a sexually suggestive air. Seated opposite me he leaned back into the corner of the back row and facing toward me, placed his right leg onto the seat next to him. With his legs wide apart, it was as if he was placing his ‘goods’ on display. A further advancement to his arsenal was; that now having made my acquaintance, the luxury of not engaging Kent visually or verbally had also been negated from my handbook of non-interaction. Kent had won hands down, and henceforth he would be calling the shots on the bus. In all honesty, a horny intrigue had now also begun to brew within me, because he was hotter than I had initially realized.

All doubts that I may be barking up the wrong tree soon got dispelled when Kent rather blatantly commenced rearranging his ‘jewels’ in a very conspicuous manner. A visual battle royale with Kent now ensued, with him blatantly staring and me, as I tried to camouflage my curiosity.

Next, Kent upped the ante as his right hand slipped into the top of his elasticized shorts and commenced fondling his genitals. With his hand firmly clamped onto his shaft, Kent then started tugging on his knob.

Several thoughts now crossed my mind. Firstly, I was very pleased that I had not told him that Guy was my uncle because none of this would be happening. Secondly, I impishly ruminated over the notion of how he would react when that truth was later revealed.

The boldness of his actions also speared me to new heights and my shyness began to swiftly melt away. Then, when he suggested that I move closer because it felt like he was shouting as we nattered, I did so hastily. With me seated next to his extended foot, it was very clear that we were on the same page and that all apprehension about his sexuality had flown out of the window.

Up until now, I had enjoyed a few incidents with various guys at school. But, as much as I had liked these encounters they were paltry compared with what was now unfolding before me. Kent was, after all, a real man.

After pushing his shorts down to below his dick and balls, a beautiful uncut cock proudly stood to attention before me. I had always been fascinated by hooded knobs because my numbskull father had decided to have me ‘mutilated’ as a child.

I almost began to salivate as Kent gripped hold of the top of his knob with his thumb and middle finger, before pushing his index finger into the sheath and twirling it around. As I watched, mesmerized, he lifted that hand to his lips and after thoroughly lubricating his index finger, once more, returned his hand to his dick. As his index finger now again twirled inside his foreskin, Kent continued to stimulate himself. The pleasure oozing from his eyes was contagious and made me lustfully envious.  

“Fuck, I wish I could do that,” I whispered.

“Are you cut?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I ruefully replied.

Next, after altering his grip on his dick he pushed his foreskin upward, creating a crumpled snout off the end of his cock-head.

“Why don’t you lick your finger and stick it in?” he suggested.

I eagerly followed his advice and felt a thrill ripple through my body as my finger entered the cozy moist cove. Kent then gave me a horny look of approval as my digit twirled sensually around his slippery knob-head.

“I thought you were straight,” I said softly, as my finger continued to caress his glans.

With a snigger, he replied, “I knew you were a cock-hound. Your eyes gave you away, the instant I began fiddling with my crotch.”

As we exchanged horny stares, he slipped his shorts and underpants down completely. Kent then asked me to pass him the rolled-up blanket he had brought onto the bus. After unfurling it he placed it over his left thigh.

“The other passengers look like they are enjoying their rest so I don’t think we have much to worry about. If anyone does move in our direction, I’ll alert you so you can just move your body back slightly and make as if you are sleeping, while I cover myself with the blanket,” Kent instructed me.

After I nodded, he smiled and said, “That pretty mouth of yours has a lot of work to do. Now, take your time Bentley, I don’t want you acting like a greedy whore.”

As I lowered my head the masculine whiff of his crotch engrossed me. Holding his dick like a cone, my tongue now replaced my index finger in the folds of his rumpled foreskin. The well-fermented pissy taste was as delectable as I had hoped for. Kent then simply let me have my way and allowed my tongue to savour his pungent hood to my heart’s content. For the following twenty minutes, I sucked him off as Kent affectionately toyed with my head.

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” Kent eventually asked.

“Mmm,” I contentedly murmured.

The flavour of his spunk was awesome. It was voluminous, thick, and tasty.             

Happily, two hours later I got another snack and I am happy to report that we weren’t once interrupted by our fellow passengers.

When we finally reached our destination my uncle was there to meet us. I of course dallied and allowed Kent to exit the bus before me. After I observed Kent and Guy in conversation, I moved forward and leisurely exited the bus.

“Ah, Bentley, I was afraid that you may have missed the bus,” Guy jovially exclaimed. Then turning to Kent, Guy said, “Kent, this is my nephew, Bentley. Did you two meet on the bus?” Guy inquired.

The look on Kent’s face was priceless. “No,” I quickly retorted, before resuming, “I did see Kent on the bus but we didn’t speak to one another.”

“Well, let me introduce you. This is Kent, our new foreman,” Guy concluded.

“Nice to meet you, Kent,” I replied, loving the look of uneasiness on his face.

“Well… Let’s head home,” Guy then suggested.

“Why don’t you sit in front with Guy,” I recommended to Kent as we arrived at the vehicle.

As we drove home I continually squeezed Kent’s right shoulder as I perpetuated my fun at his discomfort. It was childish I know, but I simply couldn’t help myself.

When there was finally a lull in their conversation, I asked, “Is there a spare bed in the migrant’s quarters, Guy?” Without pause, I resumed, “I just figured that as I am going to be employed as a regular worker on the farm from now on, maybe instead of being mollycoddled by grandma, I should learn the ropes properly.”

“Unfortunately, not,” I answered.

“Isn’t there a spare room in Kent’s cottage?” I then proffered, knowing full well that there was.

“There is,” Guy retorted, “But that Kent’s cottage and if he has guests, well, at least they’ll have a place to stay.”

“Are you planning to have guests, Kent?” I innocently asked, as I again squeezed his shoulder.

“Not really,” Kent answered clearing his throat.

“Well… are you willing to put up with me in that case?” I harmlessly inquired.

“Please don’t feel impelled to agree, Kent,” Guy quickly intervened.

Kent instantly replied, “Well, why don’t we give it a go and see how that works out?”

It was now apparent that Kent was on the same page as me and actually, enjoying the dare I had set him.

“Okay, I am cool with that,” Guy concluded, before resuming, “But if it doesn’t ultimately suit you, then Bentley can move in with his grandparents,” Guy finalized.

When we arrived home I dropped my stuff off at Kent’s cottage. Naturally, my first port of call was to visit my grandparents.

Upon my return an hour later, Kent stood in his cottage awaiting me. “You little cunt,” he said, “Did you enjoy setting me up?”

“Yes,” I replied, impishly.

“Well, before we have dinner with your grandparents tonight, I’m going to make sure that your arse is very sore,” he brusquely informed me.  

In a flash, Kent then put his hand on my neck and steered me through to his room. After commanding me to take all my clothes off, Kent threw me onto the bed on my stomach. As I lay naked on the bed, Kent mounted my body and swiftly pushed his dick into my backside.

My first year had just off to an incredibly good start. As Kent commenced vigorously fucking me, I wondered if I would see Luiz the following morning. 

That night after we arrived home from dinner, in a flash, Kent put his hand on my neck and steered me through to his room. After again commanding me to take my clothes off, Kent once more threw me onto the bed on my stomach. As I lay naked on the bed, Kent mounted my body and pushed his dick into my backside forcefully, before vigorously fucking me. 

“You fuckin’ little bitch, now I’m going to teach you a lesson. You thought that you were going to make a fool of me, well now your arse is going to pay for your impudence,” he roared as my sphincter got solidly nailed, while Kent berated me with every thrust.

“You think you are a clever little fuck, hey? Well, now you will know your place Mr. Wise-guy. Huh, huh, huh,” he grunted as he mercilessly hammered my backside.

“You fuckin’ little slut, this is what you’ll be getting every day from now on, you disgusting little whore,” Kent babbled while pounding into me. Nothing had turned me on more in my life and I decided to add to the drama.

“Get off me, get off me, you fuckin’ animal,” I cried.

Next, Kent gripped hold of the hair on my head and pulled my head back. As he jabbed his fat fingers into my mouth and pulled it open, Kent spat a huge glob of spit into my mouth, before he commenced slapping my face.

Kent then pulled my body up and with me still impaled of his dick, pushed my body up against the wall. As he speared into my arse with me compressed against the wall, his hand tightened around my neck and began to squeeze. I could not believe the exhilaration that rattled through my body as he crushed my frame relentlessly. The harder he fucked me, the more I whimpered like a satisfied bitch in heat. 

When our session finally ended, with my body in a rapturous agony, we lay side by side sharing a joint after he had sucked his load out of my arse.

“So, have you had sex before on the farm?” Kent inquired.

I replied that I had not, but told him about my previous visit when I had met Luiz.

“So, you fancy this wetback?” he derogatorily asked.

“Yes, he was fuckin’ hot,” I explained.

“Is he here again this year?” Kent inquired.

“I don’t know. Hopefully, I’ll find out tomorrow,” I answered, before furnishing Kent with all the details.

The following morning, when Kent got introduced to his workers, I was elated when I spotted Luiz. Since the previous year, Luiz had bulked up and become thickset. The boyish lad had matured into a Papi. The thin moustache had become thick and manly. Luiz was fuckin’ hot!

As I surreptitiously pointed him out to Kent, Kent snorted an air of approval. After that, we all got on with our work for the day.

That evening after dinner, Kent invited Luiz to join us. As Luiz politely did so, all his fellow workers went about their nightly activities, playing cards and etcetera. Not long after, Kent, Luiz, and I left for our apartment, scarcely noticed by the others. After Kent poured us each a drink, with Luiz opting for rum and coke.

As we sat chatting, Kent horrified me when he told Ruiz that I thought he was sexy. As Luiz sat as if a deer caught in the headlights, Kent boldly went on to say that I was a great fuck, before offering my arse to Luiz. Luiz looked like a condemned man before Kent pushed his trousers down and commenced tugging on his dick.

As Luiz sat with a flushed look on his face, Kent commandingly uttered, “Well, Luiz, are you in or out? If this is not for you, then I will not hold it against you, buddy, because I’ll fuck him in any case. What happens in this room, however, goes no further… Do you understand me, boy?” Kent concluded.

“Yes, sir,” Luiz thoughtfully responded.

“So… Let’s see the goods,” Kent impatiently uttered.

Gingerly, Luiz rose to his feet before pushing the front of his shorts down.

To Kent’s and my amazement, the most spectacular thick uncut chorizo dangled before Luiz. 

“Whoa… that is some fine meat you have there, boy,” Kent gushed, before continuing, “It’s going to be fun to see if Bentley’s mouth can cope.”

As the slab of meat neared my mouth, Kent, taking on the tone of a boss, issued further instructions.

“Remember, Luiz, this slut is my bitch, and now he’ll become our bitch. I don’t give a fuck that he is a nephew or grandson. In this apartment, he is a cheap whore for our pleasure. Grab hold of the faggot’s ears and teach him who his real masters are. Teach Mr. Born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-my-mouth, that us workers rule,” Kent growled.

As if spurred on by a revolutionary, Luiz placed his dick at my lips, before yanking my face onto his obese phallus. My jaw began to ache as the obelisk rammed my mouth. As it appeared that my mouth had reached its capacity, Kent entered the fray smacking my head from behind. My mouth now felt like an unhinged snake’s jaw consuming its huge prey.  The blockage was scary but awesome, and cannot believe I didn’t pass out from the strain. Even with all the pressure, however, my mouth could not accommodate more than sixty percent of the chunky slab. As my gag reflex reached fever pitch, my tormentors took pity on me. 

“You’d better turn this wuss around and fuck his arse before we kill him, Kent barked. 

The pity was short-lived before Kent hung me over the back of a sofa and commanded Luiz to fuck me. I got splayed like a Christmas turkey as Luiz manically nailed my arse to Kent’s loud approval. All Kent’s machinations from the previous evening were paltry compared to the anal attack I now received. My backside felt like a freight train was ramming into me. As I commenced wailing, Kent silenced me with his thick dick. I felt like the happiest whore at a rodeo championship as I got compressed from both ends.

I am not sure if Luiz’s sexual inclinations were usual rough, however, Kent’s tutelage as my head got pummelled and slapped brought out the animal in him. His hands began swaying like pendulums as my backside took the pounding of its life. Apart from my ever-reddening rump, the two men roared like beasts as I got reduced to a quivering mass of sexual mastery. This sustained masterclass in the art of domination was fan fuckin’ tastic!

“Do you want to cum in his arse?” Kent eventually inquired.

“Yes,” Luiz grunted.

“Then go for it, buddy,” Kent gushed.

As Luiz’s grip uncomfortably tightened on my hips, he started gasping manically, before his shuddering body went berserk behind me. To say that he unloaded into me would be a lie, because it was more as if he was slamming each drop of his jizz into my arse.

Afterward, Kent kneeled behind me and sucked Luiz’s load out of my backside. Kent was a jizz hound, as the future would tell. Not long after, Kent arose and swiftly unloaded into my arse as I lazily lapped on Luiz’s fat knob. Unsurprisingly, Kent once more kneeled behind me and again suctioned his load out of my backside.

“It looks like you like cum,” Luiz casually mentioned.

“Yeah, buddy, protein is my thing,” Kent announced with a laugh.

As we had a final drink in the lounge, Kent asked, “Are there any more of you guys that like m2m action?”

“Mmm,” Luiz thoughtfully reflected, before answering, “El Caballo is bisexual.”

“The horse,” Kent translated before rhetorically asking, “Is he a horse?”

“Fuck, yeah!” Luiz responded with a hearty laugh.

Kent now got a conspiratorial look in his eyes, before imparting his plan for the next evening.   

Regrettably, Luiz departed soon after.

As a gesture to his staff, Kent made a concoction for men that looked like a sangria of sorts. Kent planned was to serve it once they had eaten and settled down to watch television or play games, etcetera. The sangria contained a mild sedative, which Luiz and El Caballo got instructed not to imbibe. As all the men thus settled down and passed out for the night, Luiz and El Caballo could come around to our place.

Although I recognized El Caballo, I had never interacted with him before. If I am brutally honest, my heart sank as we now got formally introduced. Both Luiz and Kent were sexy, and Luiz in particular, good-looking. El Caballo was lanky and lithe. He had a bad complexion, off-putting crooked teeth, and looked shabby. I even observed a worried look on Kent’s face.

Once we got indoors and got handed our drinks, I was pleased to find that El Caballo, whose proper name was Salvatore, did not smell too bad.

As we all relaxed in the lounge and the first joint was about to do the rounds, we discerned that Salvatore simply preferred to be called Caballo.

During this introductory period, I could tell that Caballo was taken by me as his horny dark eyes, literally, undressed me. As I looked at his crooked smiling teeth and rough calloused hands, I must admit that a horniness began to brew in me. My last few days had been unbelievable, and it beginning to seem as if my sexual journey was boundless. I felt like the pawn in a jackpot of group sex gratification.

It did not take too long, before Kent, in his inimitable way, got down to business.

“So… Caballo, are you a horse?” Kent sniggered.

“They say so,” Caballo retorted with a chuckle.

“Who are ‘they’?” Kent persevered.

“All the people with traumatized pussies,” Caballo answered with a boastful laugh.

“Well, are we going to see it?” Kent chortled.

“I do not wish to disappoint you and want to show you my dick in its full glory. So, I want El Nino to sit on my lap and warm me up,” Caballo answered as he stared at me.

“What are you waiting for, Bentley?” Kent impatiently instructed me.

After I moved over to Caballo, he told me to turn and sit back on his lap. With my legs open and over his closed thighs, Caballo wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his torso. Caballo’s hands now sensually commenced caressing my torso as his tongue began licking my neck.

“Wiggle your butt, wake that fucking snake,” Kent gushed.

Jiggling my backside, I could soon feel an impressive hardening under my arse.

Once Caballo’s hands moved under my t-shirt, his craggy fingertips began scraping my nipples. This action, coupled with his uneven teeth rasping my neck was driving me wild.

Kent and Luiz now arose off their seats and commenced stripping. Soon, the two of them moved closer to the action like two wolves about to watch the alpha fuck his bitch. The scene was surreal as I looked at the two additional hard cocks that were also going to fuck me, and it was as if I had entered a carnal paradise.

As my body got hauled up off Caballo, my clothes instantly got pulled off my body. Caballo now arose and slowly removed his clothing. As six eyes watched, Caballo let his underpants drop to the floor. There was a collective sigh, as the most incredible uncut cock we had all ever seen extended more than three-quarters down Caballo’s thighs.

“Jesus!” Kent exclaimed.

“Happy?” Caballo asked looking at Kent.

Kent just stood open-mouthed in silence, as my heart began to beat like never before, wondering how any arse could accommodate anything that large. It was fuckin’ huge.

Caballo was now in control and asked Kent where the bedroom was. After Kent gestured, Caballo moved in and kissed me. In the process, his strong arms lifted my legs and placed them around his hips. As Caballo moved toward the bedroom, the horny train followed.

Once I lay back on the bed, Caballo moved on top of me, as he slopped the leviathan between our bodies. To my amazement, Caballo appeared to be in no hurry as he nestled above and commenced passionately kissing me. As his coarse hands parenthesized my head as his mouth traversed my head. His tongue then began lashing my features he grunted with satisfaction. It was almost as if was engrossed in a holy ritual of worshiping his territory. Drenched with spit, I had never experienced anything more remarkable in my life, and the fable of the ugly duckling flashed through my mind.

As Kent and Luiz observed us, they also began necking and fondling one another.

After a while, Caballo whispered, “You should turn onto your stomach because my cock might hurt less from behind.”

Shortly after my transition, Caballo got onto his knees on either side of my thighs. As I felt his schlong touching my butt and lower back, Kent and Luiz disengaged from one another and took up position on either side of Caballo and me.

“Oh, Christ, Luiz, look at that fucking thing,” Kent gushed as Luiz joined in with expletives of amazement.

“Can’t wait to see that dong slide into this little bitch,” Kent babbled.

“Do you guys want to help me out with some spit?” Caballo inquired.

Enthusiastic acknowledgements soon got accompanied by loud gobbing sounds as my backside got drenched.

“Kent, would you like to help me out by rimming my arse? That will make my dick as hard as possible.” Caballo suggested.   

“Sure!” Kent enthused, as he moved behind Caballo. As Caballo lowered his torso, I instantly heard Kent voraciously slurping on Caballo’s pucker, as Luiz also moved to the back to observe the action.

Caballo went into ecstasy as his grunts harmonized with Kent’s snorts. My aural pleasure got amplified by the stiffening of Caballo’s knob rubbing against me.

After a minute or so Caballo asked, “Do you want to put my cock into Bentley?”

“Fuck, yeaaah!” Kent barked. “Just lift your arse so I can get hold of your dick.”

“Is there enough spit?” Caballo asked.

“Just hang on,” Kent said before sniffing a reverse gear in his throat, followed by spitting an almighty loogie.

I am not sure where the loogie ended up, but according to Kent; there was now enough lubrication to do the job. As I felt Kent’s busy hand performing its task, I soon felt pressure on my manhole as Kent went about his infiltration business.

“Lower your arse,” I next heard Kent instructing Caballo. As the penetration got underway to the combined sounds of Kent and Luiz’s moans of astonishment, I was amazed at how good it felt.

“Jesus, amigo, this is amazing!” I heard Luiz drone.

“Oooh, yeah, I wonder how much this arse can take,” Kent muttered.

As Caballo’s dong slid in inch by inch, the most overwhelming feeling of fullness overcame me. Best of all, those uneven teeth never stopped their torment of my neck and ears.

Finally, I heard, “Fuck, the slut has taken it all... Let’s lick these fuckin’ big balls,” I heard Kent lustfully howl.

For the next thirty minutes, Kent and Luiz took turns licking Caballo’s balls and rimming his arse as he leisurely fucked me. Although I was distraught that this procedure was not being videoed, my pleasure was awesome enough.

When Caballo finally came, he rolled off me panting. Before I could even move, Luiz was on top and fucking me like a berserker. Luiz did not last too long before he too unloaded.

As Luiz lay on the other side of my body, Kent suctioned onto my hole, slurping like a boar at a trough. Instead of fucking me, thereafter, Kent turned my body and scooted up to my torso before giving me a hectic face fucking.

My new life was incredible.