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Living On The Farm

Recently I retired, a few years earlier than I had expected I could.
I had saved up and bought a small farmhouse in the country. It was
somewhat isolated and it was taking me some time to get adjusted to
being alone most of the time. My nearest neighbors were about a half
mile away. Theirs was a farm also, that was converted to a country style
bed and breakfast. I had not met them or any other neighbors at this
time, and knew only what my real estate agent shared with me.
Town was small and about a 15 minute drive from my home. It had
only a post office, general store, barber shop, feed/hardware store, and
one small cafe. My first time there I really got the once over by the locals,
and questioned by all of them about who I was and so on. I knew immediately
it was going to be hard to have any privacy even though my farm
seemed isolated to me. I bought a farmer’s hat for shade while
gardening, and a jean jacket at the feed store. I saw a tool belt and liked
the looks of it, so I bought it as well. I had some lunch and purchased
some homemade bread and rolls.
On my way back home I passed my neighbors at the bed and
breakfast inn. I stopped, then backed up, and pulled into the driveway.
There were no cars around, only a pickup parked near the
big barn. I went up on the porch and knocked but no one answered.
I looked around and started to walk back towards the barn
where the pickup was. As I passed the smaller horse barn I heard
voices. Walking a r o u n d behind the barnI saw t he back of
omeone sitting on a wood bench that faced the sheep pen.
As I got closer, I could hear one of them. He was saying, ‘Yeah, lick
my hairy nuts, boy! ‘ That’s it, ‘ taste those sweaty balls and
cock!’ My cock hardened up inside my pants immediately. I stepped
closer, assuming I had caught a couple of the farm hands having sex
behind the horse barn. I wanted to see the other one, and whatever
else I could see. But I could only see the hair and partial face of a younger
guy sitting between the other’s legs, obviously licking his nut sack, as
he was being told to do. I could tell he was fisting himself, but his dick
was hidden behind his thigh. They were so engrossed in getting it on,
that neither of them noticed me. I was extremely excited at seeing them,
but afraid to go any closer for a better look in case my neighbors could
see me from somewhere. I stood silent watching them for a few more
seconds.
Rubbing my aching crotch and stiff hardon, I slowly backed away.
The whole time I wished I had the nerve to just walk up to them with
my cock sticking out of my fly. But that might have ruined the good
time they were having. I decided to just head home. As I drove the short
distance back, I removed my cock and stroked it to the vision of the
two making out on the farm. I was still punishing myself for not
joining them. I would have loved to be part of their sex play.
That afternoon I was unpacking and barely settled in when the older
of the guys, I now recognized from behind the barn at the B & B, came
over. Jim introduced himself, and then invited me to a barbecue at their
farm that evening. He explained it was the B & B down the road from
me. Apparently, they hadn’t even known I was there and saw them fooling
around. I accepted his offer and was looking forward to meeting his
younger partner in person. Jim was probably in his mid to late thirties,
with dark hair, and from the side I had already seen the signs of
a hairy chest, to match his visibly hairy arms and legs. We chatted for
quite a while and got the history on each other as I checked him out.
He said he had bought the farm several years ago, but was raised in
the city, although his grandparents had been farmers in this same area.
Since we were both actually city boys, we had a lot to talk about. I learned
the two guys were in an eight-year relationship, and that the younger
one was a local farm boy, and had never been out of the state.
At six p.m. I drove to their farm. To my relief, I was pleased I had
learned my two nearest neighbors were guys who shared a relationship.
I was looking forward to getting to know them; especially after
what I saw when I first went over to meet them. Their farm, besides
the house and large red barn, had the smaller barn that held two horses,
with a couple of acres of fenced pasture for horses and sheep. I
admired the two horses as I drove by them to the house. My cock twitched
as I remembered seeing Jim and his younger partner making out there
earlier today. Jim had told me they would have a guest coming in for
the night, around eight, from the Chicago area. He said he was a trav
eling business man, and that he often stayed at their B & B.
Jim greeted me at the front door and I saw a young man coming in
from the barn. ‘That’s Wayne,’ Jim offered. ‘He’s been out taking care
of the sheep ‘ feeding them, I mean!’ he added, laughing about his
reference. Wayne walked up and we shook hands. He had a real
farm boy look about him, and I couldn’t help but see how well he filled
out his tight jeans. He must have a nice farm-boy sausage tucked down
in his crotch. The jeans were worn thin where the outline of his dick
showed. I knew they both caught me staring, and each had a slight grin
on their faces as they exchanged glances.
Both were very pleasant guys, and I noticed that Wayne the younger
one, kept watching me intently as we talked and shared information
about ourselves. The wine they offered was making me mellow, and
I was talking a lot more than I normally do. Finally, Wayne said, ‘ You
look just like my dad! Doesn’t he, Jim’? Jim agreed, saying he knew
there was something familiar about me. Wayne told me more about
his father, and how much he really cared for him. He said they had been
very close when he was growing up, and openly admitted that he had
been attracted to him sexually. I didn’t have the nerve, even under the
influence of the wine, to ask him if anything had ever happened
between them.
They had just cleared the dishes and were pouring us some coffee
when their guest arrived. He was a nice looking man, still in his
business clothes, and introduced himself to me as Brian. He joined us
at the table for coffee, and soon they suggested we all go into the living
room and relax, and offered some liqueurs to go with our coffee. We
talked and talked and it had gotten dark outside. Jim showed Brian to
his room, and Wayne said he would get the hot tub ready for us to take
a soak before going to bed. Getting up, he walked past me, and
brushed his hand lightly across my chest as he passed, saying, ‘God,
you sure do look like my Dad! Sure brings back memories!’ he added,
going onto the outside deck and opening up the hot tub.
I wasn’t sure what to make of his statement, but my mind and the
tingling in my groin registered some thoughts, that may or may not be
true, but that intrigued me, somehow. And now it looked like I would
be sharing a soak in the hot tub with them both. This was hopefully
going to be the beginning of a good neighborly friendship. Jim came
back wearing a robe with obviously nothing underneath, and held out
a robe for me, saying I could use the first bathroom down the hall.
Going down the hallway I saw many family photos, and in one recognized
one that had to be Wayne’s dad, because, I had to admit it did
look strikingly like myself at that age. There were also many photographs
of the guys themselves as they worked about the farm, with the horses
and sheep, and several of them showed them shirtless. As I gazed at
their tan, bare torsos my cock began to grow hard. Inside, I undressed
quickly and stroked myself in front of the mirror, thinking about
Wayne and his references to himself and his dad. I decided I had to
cool down, and stepped under a cool shower before putting on my robe
to join them.
On the way back, I met Brian, their other guest, in the hallway. He
was also wearing a robe and was obviously going to join the hot tub
party. That was fine with me. This was all more than I had expected,
here in the country. I had thought times like this would have to be planned
trips to the city. I was delighted that Jim had stopped by to invite me
over. Following Brian to the deck, I saw that Wayne was already
seated in the hot tub. His smooth, defined chest shown in the dim deck
lighting. I couldn’t yet make out his lower extremities.
Jim opened his robe and let it fall, parading naked in front of us to
climb into the tub. He was dark skinned and very hairy. A ‘v’ of fur
reaching down to his thick pubic bush, surrounding a nice plump cock
The kind I surmised that got good and long when fully hard. He had
a nice pair of balls, coated with long, dark hairs. His ass, too, I saw as
he swung his leg into the water, was very hairy. Brian followed suit,
and removed his robe, laying it across the back of a patio chair. He sported
a nice hanging uncut peter. He hair was medium brown and he had
a coating of fine hair across his upper chest and some on his abdomen.
His uncut cock swayed as he moved, and seem to show off more
because of his white mid-section, obviously showing that he normally
sunbathed in swim trunks, not nude as I like to do.
Taking off my robe, I saw them all checking out my equipment and
lack of a tan line, as I walked to the tub and climbed in to join the three
of them. My eyes met Wayne’s and he smiled with approval as I sank
into the hot and steamy water, my cock floating on the surface for just
a second. My cock was also uncut, but I don’t have a lot of extra foreskin.
Normally it’s retracted behind the crown of my head, but I can
easily push it up and over the knob, covering all except the tip of my
cockhead. Wayne had poured glasses of water for all of us and set them
around the rim of the tub. We engaged in new conversations, and soon
we were all feeling relaxed with one another, enough so that hands began
to roam to each other’s thighs, etc. Sitting between Jim and Wayne,
which I felt they had arranged that way, I felt Jim’s fingers caressing
my inner thigh, and make their way to my nuts and the base of my stiffening
cock.
Looking over and down at Wayne’s crotch, I saw why his jeans looked
so worn thin. He, who I had learned, had just turned twenty-six, had
a fabulous, long, meaty piece of dick, that reminded me of something
you might see on a small donkey, or the likes of. I reached over to feel
and take hold of his impressive donkey dong. I felt the soft folds of skin
on his upper shaft as I played with it. Wayne sighed and lay his head
back on the rim of the tub and closed his eyes as I stroked his throbbing
farm dick. His hips lifted to meet my down strokes. Not to be left
out, Brian cupped the farm boy’s heavy balls in one hand and played
with Jim’s cock with his other.
We were getting more and more turned on as Jim started telling stories
about his horses and the sheep. He said he watched a hunky, supposedly
straight friend of his fuck one of the sheep one time. Brian and
I asked questions and begged for more details. He said that afterwards
the guy, a man he had always had the hots for, was so turned on, that
he finally took up Jim’s offer to let him fuck him. After watching him
poking the sheep for a bit, Jim lead him to a mound of hay, and got on
his hands and knees and the guy fucked him good and hard. Wayne
lifted his head, and grinning said, ‘Yeah, I’ve heard this one, before!’
We all laughed.
All this feeling each other up and listening to Jim’s stories, was making
us all horny as hell. Brian stood up and we watched as Jim swallowed
his big uncut tool. My mouth watered, wishing to be able to do the same
to Wayne. He must have read my mind, because he crawled up on the
seat, and sat on the rim of the tub. His huge donkey dick swaying from
side to side as he settled, sitting with his legs wide apart. I moved between
his solid thighs and bent to kiss the tip of his pulsing, long shaft, before
taking the head of it between my lips. I nibbled and sucked at the folds
of foreskin covering his sensitive dickhead. My hands explored his smooth
chest and upper body. He had only a line of hair that ran from his bush,
around his navel and up only a little higher.
Most of all I loved his look of innocence. Still a young farm boy,
compared to me, but I also had witnessed that he was not so innocent,
and leaned how long they had been together, so knew he had plenty
of experience with other men. Even with the water we drank we
were all getting overheated from the hot water, and soon all of us had
to sit up around the rim of the tub. We continued to fondle and
explore each other’s cock and balls, trading positions a couple of times
to change partners. I also enjoyed touching and playing with both Brian
and Jim. I was a little jealous for some reason seeing Wayne suck on
Brian’s long uncut tool for a short time.
Then Jim suggested that he and Brian go inside. Wayne and I
watched as they dried off and went into the living room, sat on the couch,
and began fooling around again. I was stroking Wayne’s beautiful dick,
when he backed away, knelt and swallowed my cock. His lips and tongue
sent shivers throughout me, and my previous jealousy went away. It
was so damn hot seeing my sixty year old cock being sucked and serviced
by this young guy, that nothing else mattered. I opened my eyes,
looking into where Jim and Brian were now engaged in a sixty-nine
position on the large couch.
Wayne sucked me for only a minute, then withdrew his mouth, and
said, ‘Let’s go inside, too!’ He stood, climbed out, and I followed. He
turned off the hot tub buttons, and quickly covered it, and together we
dried off and went inside. Wayne pushed a couple of chairs aside, and
we lay on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, We soon also took
to a sixty-nine now, giving the most pleasure we could to each other.
Wayne began to moan, and mumble in a low whisper. At first I
couldn’t hear his words, but as I listened they became very evident to
me. He was calling me dad. ‘Oh, yes, dad, ‘ I remember how good
this felt! ‘ Doesn’t this feel good, dad’?
I answered with a soft ‘Yes’ then, taking up the role, I said louder,
‘Yes, son, this is nice, just like we used to do!’
Wayne responded with, ‘Oh yes, dad, ‘ I’ve been missing you!’
Wayne caressed my entire body with his hands, mouth, and tongue.
We explored every inch of each other’s body and then went back to
sucking each other, time after time. All the time Wayne was referring
to me as his dad, and I called him my son. I looked over to see Brian
was now fucking Jim up the ass. They were standing, Brian was bent
over Jim’s up-turned ass, facing us, so both could watch and listen to
Wayne and me. Jim especially seemed highly turned on by the whole
thing, listening and watching as Wayne and I made love as father and
son. He fisted himself furiously as Brian rammed his ass full of his long,
uncut shaft. The lust on both faces told the whole story.
Then Wayne said, ‘Fuck me, dad! Fuck me hard, like Jim’s getting
it now. I want to feel your cock inside me again!’ he almost pleaded.
I knelt behind his firm smooth ass, as he got on his hands and knees.
I licked and wet his tight brown hole, and played around the sensitive
opening with my finger. Then I pressed my finger inside the hot
tunnel, feeling the soft tissue give and become pliable to my protruding
index, knowing how wonderful it was going to feel around my daddycock.
I was totally caught up in our role playing, realizing that this had
probably happened for real between Wayne and his real dad, and maybe
more than once.
I caressed Wayne’s back and kissed his neck and cheek as I guided
the tip of my dripping hardon to his puckered butt hole. Slowly I pressed,
pushing a little more, to enter him. He was moaning and begging me
to give it to him. The four of us were at the height of excitement as my
cock slipped further into Wayne’s wanting asshole. My body quivered
as thoughts of having a son, and doing this most intimate male act, swirled
through my mind. Soon I was buried halfway up his ass, and Wayne
was swaying his head from side to side, and asking his dad, to give him
more, as he pressed back sinking onto my pulsing erection. I reached
around and replaced his hand with mine, on his throbbing, leaking,
youthful dong. My cock now fully inside the depths of his bowels, I began
to ride him, pulling back and driving in, fucking him like he was asking
me to do. ‘Oh God, fuck me good, dad. Fuck me hard like you used
to do!’ His words were driving me crazy, as I envisioned his request
with his own dad, and also knowing that Jim, his partner, and also Brian
were right there watching us!
I fucked him for all I was worth. Sweat was running off me and dripping
on his back and butt. I heard Brian cumming up Jim’s asshole,
and felt Wayne go wild as he looked over seeing Jim get filled with hot
spunk by the handsome, businessman, Brian. ‘Make me cum, daddy,’
I heard Wayne yell out. ‘Please, dad, make me cum!!’ I stuck my cock
even deeper inside his juicy butt hole, and I held it there and fisted his
rigid pole. He trembled, and was groaning, almost like crying, as I felt
his dick throb and pulse. He spilled out his pent up load onto the carpet
beneath him, and I head Jim moaning out his cum load as he watched
his younger partner cum as I fucked him.
I lost it at that point, and fired jet after jet of my thick, creamy sperm,
coating the insides of Wayne’s tender well-fucked asshole. We soon
collapsed down onto the floor. I was lying on top of Wayne’s, heated,
sweaty body, knowing he was lying in a pool of his warm, sticky cum
load that I had fucked and jacked out of him. Just like his dad would
have done.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but in a while Jim brought us
warm wash cloths and the four of us cleaned up. We sat naked, and
had some juice as we talked. I thought it strange that none of us mentioned
the role play between Wayne and me. Brian excused himself, saying
he had to be up and out of there early in the morning. We all got up
and I went to dress and got myself ready to go the short distance home.
Jim hugged me and said good night to me, thanking me for accepting
their invitation, and said I was welcome to drop over any time.
‘Come by soon, and we’ll tell you about the nude beach at the river
that’s nearby,’ he said, before going down the hallway to their
bedroom. Wayne walked me to the door. We hugged tightly, and I held
him in my arms telling him, ‘Thank you.’ I could feel the connection
between us. Wayne looked up at me, as I turned to go out the door.
‘Good night, Dad,’ he said, softly. I smiled down at him, and
mussed his hair.
Wow, was all I could think, as I drove back to my small, newly purchased
farmhouse. I would have retired even earlier, if I had know my farm
had been for sale sooner, I thought. Guess I had no reason to feel like
I was going to be lonely living out here in the country.