Farrrrma Jones
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It was one of those days when everything seemed to stop. There was silence. This hot July afternoon, lost in the country side with just the sound of the birds and the bees, and in the distance a cow or two mooing. The gently breeze on this - oh so hot and sunny afernoon, and the silence, was magical.
I laid there amongst the long high grasses - hidden from view from anyone or anything - and naked on my rug, under this hot bright sun - was a delight.
I must have drifted off for when I awoke I was aware the sun had gone in and I was in shade and as I opened my eyes to see what the cloud cover was, Farmer Jones stood there stark bollock naked - arms crossed, glaring at me firecely - and all I could pay attention to was Farmer Jone's huge cock and balls hanging down between his legs and it must have been true, there is something in the country air that breed the locals extra big. He was a mansion of a man.
'This is private land , ma boy.' he snarled.
'Oh I am so sorry sir.' I grovelled - as I grabbed my blanlet and things to cover myself with.
'I've just moved into the cottage down the road and it was such a lovely afternoon. I meant no harm sir, I shall leave.'
'No need for that lad. You settle down there - no rush. Enjoy yourself. You just startled me seeing you laying there all naked an all, Not your usual thing to find in the fields these days. And what a charming sight it is to .'
he said, and I Iet the last part of his sentence go with out comment.
' You in Old Georges cottage then - He died last year, bin sittin empty for a while now. So you moved in there huh ? Nice place, Just needs a lick of paint and a bit of a tidy up. You going to do it yourself.'
'Old George was my uncle. Family thought he was odd so I never knew anything about him -at all - nothing - until the lawyer called and said I had inherited this cottage and - here I am.'
'Oh your Uncle wasn't odd, he just wasn't the marryin' kind and liked the company of men like me, not those frilly ladies. He / we would spend many a happy evening laughing and drinking and carrying on - he was a mighty fine fella your uncle and he certainly knew how to suck on my cock just the way I liked.'
'Woooaaahhhh ' - 'I laugher and screamed at the same time 'Woooo is that why my family disowned him, because he was gay ?'
'Well we country folk don't consider it gay - as you townies call it - it is just sex. No dfferent to the animals - just sex and your Uncle was just great. Dyu think it runs in the family ?'
I think that's when I blushed.
And all this time I am sitting in the long grass and he was still standing with his arms crossed looking down at me and by now, his cock was at half mast- so I just said ' You tell me .'
and I moved forward and grabbed a handful of his cock and it was down my throat so fast as I sucked and slurped on his mights weapon = and he laid down on the ground and let me properly service his huge country uncut cock.
It took me a while to put the thought out of my head that this mysterious uncle no one had ever spoken about, had left me this cottage to me and he was - clearly - gay - or at east liked to service the local farmer and , things seemed to be going right for me for a change and here I was sucking on the same cock my now dead Uncle use to suck...
I had lost my job in London right at the time I was also loosing my flat ( the owner was selling ) and I had one almighty bust up with my ' so called' boyfriend who turned out to be a money grabbing little whore more interested in what I could do for him, and Uncles cottage couldn't have come at a better time.
Back to Farmer Jones. He shot his load quite quickly and I swallowed the lot and he sat up and just stared at me for the longest moment until saying-' This be our little sectret mind - if you can do that, you'll fit in real well with our little community. There be a few of my farm 'ands would welcome your mouth around their tools and your uncle, well he was great fun and on these hot lazy nights, oh the fun we would have in the Big Barn with some other local lads. - You frightened off yet lad ?
'Frightened, You are spelling out my idea of heaven, so - Good to meet you Farmer Jones - and I think we might just turn out to be the best of friends.'
'Sure thing lad and anything you need doin' around the cottage, any heavy stuff or stuff you can't handle, just give me a call and I'll send someone round or come myself and give you an' and...
He laughed. I laughed. We played some more that afternoon and this was the beginning of a wonderful and sexy relationship. the farmer and townie.
Oh and he certainly knew how to plow my field and scatter his good seed up my butt...
A week later he sent one of his farm hands round to help move some rocks and OH MY GOD was this man built, he was a giant of a man and he came with this young lad with him, younger than me, probably 21 or so, and after the rocks were moved and cleared away, after offering something cold to drink. and after the young one asked if he could have a shower - which I thought odd but let it go - it ended up as a big three way fuck and suck session and - OMG - had I found heaven or what.....
I got a job in the local pub just 20 minutes walk away and - I have to admit - I have never been happier.
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