Cracking a Fat

From: Alan Knight
Subject: Cracking a Fat by Knightspanked (Gay male historical, rural. M/t Spank, Anal)

(Fiction. Usual disclaimers apply).

After a long day in the saddle it was good to
finally get the cattle into the yard. Sean tied
up the dogs and then we went into the musterers’
hut. I soon got a roaring fire going and my big
friend heated up the stew over the flames…

… “Damn good tucker, even if I say so myself”.
Sean scooped up the gravy with a thick slice of
bread.

My friend was 35. A tall, ruggedly masculine man
with skin as hard as leather, from working
outdoors. He had done this ride more times than
he probably cared to remember. Whereas I was just
18 years old and this was my first time working
the cattle run.

The year was 1947. I was small for my age and
skinny because of food rationing during the war.
Sean had served with the army in North Africa but
he did not care to talk about that.

As I got up to put more wood on the fire, Sean’s
big hand touched my backside.

“How are these shock-absorbers holding up ?”

I grimaced. “They’re a bit sore”.

“Bet they are after all that riding”. He paused.
“I’ve got some ointment to rub on”.

“Thanks”, I said, grateful to my friend. He
fossicked in his stuff until he found the tube.

“Rub it on yourself or let your Uncle Sean do
it”?

“Yes, please”.

My friend lit a lamp while I pulled my bedroll in
front of the fire and then got out of my trousers
and underpants. I lay down and Sean’s big hands
pushed my shirt-tails out of the way. He rubbed
the ointment onto each mound and then gently
kneaded my tender flesh.

“Aaaah”, I murmured my appreciation.

Slap! Sean’s hand lazily swatted my behind.

“Ouch! What was that for ?”

“Your bum is crying out to be spanked”. He
swatted it a few more times.

“I got enough of that at boarding school”, I
grumbled. His hands massaged my bum-cheeks again.

“Spanking?”

“Yes, from a prefect”. I thought of the
red-headed farmer’s son who had cheerfully
spanked my eleven year old bare bottom, at least
twice a week.

“With his hand ?”

“Uh huh”. I decided to tell Sean about Whitby.

“He was in charge of the junior dorm”. Memories
came flooding back. “Whitby, that was his name,
decided to give me a spanking. He took me into
his study and sat in a chair. He undid my braces
and my trousers and underpants fell to the floor.
Then he put me over his knee and spanked me on
the behind”.

“Hard?”

“Hard enough”. Sean’s fingers caressed that same
behind.

“He was matter-of-fact about doing it. And, to be
honest, I enjoyed having his undivided attention.
I went out of my way to earn spankings”.

“Even though it meant a sore bum?”

“Yes”. I thought fondly about the senior boy.
“The next year I was caned once by my housemaster
and vowed never to repeat the experience”. My
thoughts of old Beaky were not fond at all. “What
about you, Sean” ?

The fingers paused. “Yeah. My old man leathered
my brothers and me with his razor strop. On the
bare bum”. Sean chuckled. “One time Pop took
Patrick, our oldest, into the bathroom to give
him a hiding. When he saw welts from the
schoolmaster’s cane across Patrick’s little arse,
he cancelled the hiding. The next day he got
dressed up in his Sunday suit, rode to the school
and told that schoolmaster never to touch any of
us again”.

The nimble fingers continued their soothing
magic.

“Guess that’ll do for now”. He gave my bottom a
smack. I got up intending to get dressed,
inadvertently letting him see my front.

“What’s this?” Sean asked. “You’re as limp as a
noodle. After all my playing with your bum the
least you could have done is cracked a fat”.

It was as if my friend had struck me a physical
blow. I dropped to my knees, shoulders hunched.

“Now what have I said ?”

I swallowed. “It’s me. I’m im..imp..impotent”.

Sean knelt beside me.

“I’m so sorry”, he said. “Mind if I take a look?”

“If you want. Every doctor within a hundred miles
has been there before you”.

“Stand up”.

My friend held the lantern close. I felt his
fingers gently touch my private parts.

“Well, both balls have dropped”. Strong fingers
pulled my foreskin back and then he rested my
penis on the palm of his warm hand. He squeezed
it firmly, several times.

“Nothing ?”

“Nothing”. I confirmed miserably. He let go and
then patted me on the shoulder. I got dressed
again.

Sean talked for a while, his deep voice rumbling
on about how it was a new age with sulpha drugs
and other medical miracles. I’d heard it all
before. He meant well but I knew exactly what I
was: a freak whose family line would die along
with him. As far as I was concerned, that day
couldn’t come soon enough.

I pulled the billy over the fire to make the tea.
Sean got up, but, considerately, kept his erect
penis covered with his hands until he’d turned
away from me. Then he got dressed again. Silently
I poured the steaming tea into the two mugs. Sean
sipped his cautiously.

“You ever had a man’s dick up your bum ?”

“No”.

“Not even that prefect, what was his name …?”

“Whitby. No”. I’d felt the prefect’s erection
pressing into my chest often enough during a
spanking but he’d always kept it well-buttoned
up.

“Well, if you ever want to lose your virginity
I’d be only too pleased to help”.

I felt myself go as red as a cherry.

“Thought you liked women ?” I stammered.

“That I do”. Sean poked the fire with a stick.
“But I also like to have fun with a mate”.

There was a comfortable silence. I looked at my
pocket watch.

“Quarter past nine. I think I’ll turn in”.

I went outside and had a pee. At least my
otherwise useless organ was good for that. Then I
went back inside, stripped to my underclothes and
curled up in the bedroll. Sean had banked the
fire to keep us warm through the night. I went
out like a light.

I awoke at daybreak to the sound of heavy rain on
the tin roof of the hut. Sean came through the
door, water pouring off his oilskins.

“You might as well have a lie in. This rain will
keep us here all day. Not safe to shift stock in
these conditions”.

“Did you feed the dogs?”

“Yes. They’ve settled in for the day. I’ll make
us some breakfast”.

I got dressed and went outside to do my
ablutions. I perched over the long drop which
Sean called the dunny. Afterwards I used pages
from a 1936 Farmers’ Gazette. Then I washed up
before shaving the wisps of hair from my thin
cheeks and scrawny neck.

The day was uneventful enough. I felt comfortable
being with Sean. He spent the hours smoking
roll-your-own cigarettes and reading a pocket
book. The rain was unrelenting.

About three o’clock my friend went outside to
check on the dogs. Out of curiosity I picked up
his book. It was a romance yarn. When Sean came
back into the hut I teased him by reading from
the book.

“Nora felt his hot breath …”

“What? Give me that !”

Sean grabbed the slim volume.

“Keep your grubby little hands off MY book -
that’s if you want to keep a backside you can sit
on”.

“Oh, Nora…”, I called, laughing at him. Sean
pretended to sulk but then broke into a sheepish
grin.

“You’re right”, he said “It’s daft, a grown man
reading a lovey-dovey romance”. He closed the
book with a snap and then used a log to poke life
into the fire. I’d been wrestling with something
in my mind all day and suddenly came to a
decision.

“I’d quite like it if you .. um .. took my
virginity”.

Sean turned and faced me.

“Are you sure about this ?”

I nodded. Heck, just because I couldn’t crack a
fat like other guys was no reason why Sean and I
couldn’t have some fun together.

My friend found a jar of petroleum jelly. He put
my bedroll on top of his and then started to
undress. I did the same. Once we were both naked
we looked at each other. Sean towered over me.
His massive erect penis was as rigid as a
broomhandle.

“Kneel on all fours”. His voice was husky with
desire. I got into position on top of the
bedrolls. Sean knelt behind me. I felt a
lubricated finger press hard against my
sphincter.

“Strewth! You’re tight”.

He gave my bum a few smacks with his other hand.

“Push down like when you’re on the dunny”.

The tight muscle relaxed enough to let his finger
in. He patiently waited until the sphincter was
dilated enough to take two of his big fingers.
Then I felt the knob of his lubricated dick
pressing against my bum-hole. Sean pushed until
the head of his rigid member was inside. My
sphincter hurt but he patiently waited for that
to ease. Then he entered me, inch by inch until
his tight balls rested against my globes.

Sean’s love-pole was lodged inside my fundament.
It felt hot and pulsated as it rested in my
chute. I was overwhelmed to be joined to my
friend in this most intimate of ways. Then he
started moving. His huge member pumping inside
me.

He straddled my bum and thrust lustily, long
strokes that almost took my breath away. I forgot
my troubles and became totally absorbed in what
Sean was doing. It was dark because of the rain
and the light from the fire threw our shadows on
the wall. I felt Sean’s sweat dripping onto my
back. Then he gave one last great heave and I
felt his seed spray my bowels.

Afterwards, Sean wiped us both clean and we got
dressed.

“Thanks, mate”, he said.

The rest of the day we talked about everything
else other than what we’d done on top of the
bedrolls. ‘At least I’m good for one thing in
bed’, I thought to myself, while snuggling down
to sleep.

At some point during the night I dreamed that
Sean was up me again. Whitby was there as well,
spanking me hard until my penis swelled and then
erupted with a fantastic, long-delayed orgasm.
I felt wetness, not inside me but on my
underpants.

The next morning at daybreak the skies were
clear. I got up and felt my penis was stuck to my
underpants. I hadn’t just dreamt it – it really
had happened. I pulled my dick free and felt it
swell in my hand until it was a respectable six
inches. I had never been so happy.

After breakfast I told Sean what had happened. My
friend grinned from ear to ear.

“There you are then,” he said, eyes sparking.
“All old Mother Nature needed was a bit of a
nudge”.

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