The Farmhouse Short Story

The Farmhouse

Armin arrives at the Kassel station before Bernd’s train is due to arrive. He stands on the platform looking to the east craning his neck to see further down the tracks. The platform reminds him of industry, like petroleum mixed with dirt. Train patrons trickle onto the platform in preparation for the trains return journey back to Berlin. Armin is wearing some of his nicer clothes, excited to greet his new guest and wanting to make a good first impression. A low rumble rises from the ground. The train is not far now. The platform begins to fill with more people anticipating the train. The overlap of voices grows to a roar. He can just make out the shape of the train in the distance, the humidity skewing its form. Time begins

They fall into the bed, it springs making a high-pitched squawk as their weight settles. Bernd gasps for breath as Armin bites his neck. He savors the salt in Bernd’s sweat as he vigorously nibbles down his collar to his chest. Bernd fumbles with his pants too engrossed in the pain. He wants more, Armin can tell. Armin doesn’t want to disappoint Bernd, so reluctantly he slaps him across the face. Bernd's eyebrows furl angrily. He is expecting more from Armin. Bernd watches Armin’s silhouette stands and removes his pants. His form looks dangerous cast in shadow. The dark form grows as Armin leans in forcing Bernd’s knees up to his chest. Bernd is breathing rapidly mouth wide. In one quick motion, Armin’s dark form springs upright thrusting his hips forward. Armin forces himself inside of Bernd. Bernd screams through his clenched teeth. His hand strangles his dick, digging his nails into the side. Armin thrusts again, each thrust ending in a satisfying smack. Armin grabs both of Bernd’s nipples and pinches them as hard as he can. Bernd howled for more as Armin releases an animalistic grunt thrusting one last time before collapsing on top of Bernd. They lay there for a moment in a heap of sweat and stink. A stillness returns to the