6 comments/ 60466 views/ 2 favorites Discoveries in the Country Ch. 01 By: fantac64 (Note from the author. This story is based on a true experience. All names and places have been changed and any similarity is strictly coincidental. There is more to the story if I get some positive feed back. Enjoy.) Just after my 18th birthday my family moved to a small farm in the middle of nowhere in early spring. I'd led an extremely sheltered life, forbidden to discuss sex, let alone experiment with it. It was not much of a problem at that time because I had few friends and none of them female. Let's just say that I was extremely naive. The closest I'd come to getting intimate was the pictures from the magazines that I jacked off to. I'd always been a very sexual person and it was not unusual at all for me to jack off two or three times a day if given the opportunity. About two months after moving there, one of the local farmers stopped by and asked if I needed some work. He told me I would have to work hard to build up my 130 pound skinny body. He told me to show up at 6 the next morning which I did. At first, I was just moving stuff in a wheelbarrow but then I helped clean out the barn. I was working in jeans with my shirt off when he came over and smiled at me. His big hand wrapped around my arm as he squeezed it. " You are too skinny David. I will help you get big muscles. We worked side by side most of the time, or at the very least in the same area. He was fair, though a hard driving boss and he expected a days work for a days pay. We were sitting on a log one day at the edge of the hay field when he felt my arm. He shook his head. "Work harder, David, do more lifting." I nodded, knowing that although my arms were getting much stronger, I had a long way to go. It was the first time he had really touched me and the warmth of his hand felt good on my arm. He liked the way I worked and one hot day he took me to his favorite place. We pulled up under a stand of butternut trees along the bank of the Brandywine and he jumped out of the truck, telling me to follow him. By the time I caught up with him, he was stripped down to his briefs and those were on their way down. His body was amazing. Not body builder amazing but hard and lean. When his cock slipped out of his shorts I almost choked. It was nearly nine inches and thick. It made my puny six inch cock look stupid. It had to be at least two inches around compared to my just barely inch and a half. He asked if I was going swimming, indicating a wide area in the stream. Without waiting for my reply, he jumped in and swam from one end of the area to the other and back again, then climbed out. I finally cleared my head and began stripping. When I bent to pull off my briefs, I noticed that he had been watching me the whole time. I hurried through the strip and jumped into the water as the cold liquid pulled my nuts into my body and my cock disappeared. I yelled and scrambled out while he laughed at me. As he walked back to the bank, I noticed that his cock was now erect and it looked even bigger. We swam for a few minutes, then returned to the work of putting up some new fences. Things started getting interesting about a month later. The day was hot and muggy and we'd started at six in the morning. By eleven I was tired and soaked with sweat, my hair was matted to my head. We were repairing fences near the swimming hole when suddenly he stopped and wiped his forehead with his bandana that he always carried in his back pocket. :"Enough work for today," he declared. "We swim now." He didn't have to ask twice. By the time I got to the swimming hole, my tee shirt was off and my jeans were ready to drop. I stripped and jumped into the water, then climbed up the ladder that I had salvaged from an old grain truck. Nailed to what was left of an old tree, was a wooden box with a sheet of rubber over it to keep it dry. In the box, he kept a box that held sunburn cream and first aid cream, skin lotion, and some unmarked tubes. In another part of the box he had a coffee can that held soap and shampoo, and a wash cloth and a sponge were wrapped in a mesh bag that was hanging from the bottom of the box so they could dry between sessions of swimming. I grabbed the soap and sponge and proceeded to scrub the sand and dirt from my body, paying special attention to my cock and ass. I suddenly realized that he was naked and was just sitting on his shirt which was spread out over the sand bed we put there so we didn't have to sit on the dirt and grass. I wondered how long he'd been there and then I saw cum on the end of his cock as he held it in his hand. No big deal. Like I said, I do it all the time so why shouldn't he? I jumped back in the water and swam upstream and floated down. I guess I'd done that five or six times when I saw some movement and looked up just as he came again. The head of his circumcised cock was dark purple with the white cum still bubbling from the end. He jumped into the water, climbed out and indicated he wanted to use my soap. I nodded and threw it to him, then watched as he scrubbed himself. He took a long time on his cock and ass before jumping in to rinse off, then climb out again. That was all I could think about when I got home, thinking about his hand milking the fluid from the end of that magnificent cock. It was enough for me to jack off thinking about it and again when I was lying in bed. Gently fondling my cock until it wouldn't be denied and I wound up whipping it into a frenzy. After that, when we went to the swimming hole, we would frequently swim together for a couple of laps and then he'd go sit down and bring himself off as he watched me. My arms and legs were getting quite muscular and my body was toned and tanned by then. We were replacing a gate one day that one of the bulls had mangled when he called a break. We each had a thermos of his wife's lemonade. He called her momma all the time. I'd begun doing it too and she like it when I did. Leaning against the old walnut tree nearby, we sipped our lemonade in silence for a few minutes. "David do you masturbate?" he asked. I almost choked on my lemonade. Where did that come from? "Yeah, some," I replied "How much?" he asked "I don't understand," I replied "How often?" I hesitated. "I guess 8,10, maybe 12 times a week." He laughed. "You will wear it out, David." I shrugged. "I just like the way it feels," I said. "Especially just before...you know." "Yes, I do," he said. "It is a great feeling." "Yeah. It's kind of like it hurts for a few seconds and my ass feels funny just before it happens." He grinned, but didn't reply. Suddenly, he stood and headed back for the gate and I rose to follow. Several hours later, the gate was repaired and working like new. We threw the tools into the pick-up and headed for the swimming hole, anxious to get rid of the dust and dirt, and equally anxious to feel the cool water on our naked bodies. We stripped our clothes off and jumped in. I felt newly energized as soon as the cold water hit me. After cleaning up and swimming for a few minutes, we spread our clothes out on the sand and sat down to let the sun dry us. "David," he said, " I love to masturbate too. Would it bother you if we did it together? I'd like to watch you." It wouldn't be the first time someone had watched me masturbate but it was some kids before, not an adult, and definitely not an adult with a nine inch cock. "I guess not," I replied. Leaning against the log bench we had put there, his cock now stood erect and I watched as he wrapped his hand around it and began moving up and down over it. He'd spit on the head and stroke some, and repeat it several times. I sat down and followed his lead, amazed at how hard my cock was. A few minutes later, he reached over to grasp my thigh. I didn't resist or pull away...I didn't want to. The next thing I knew my hand was pushed away and he had my cock in his hand, moving over it. I groaned at his touch as he slid up and down my shaft. So firm, yet not painfully so. I'd never allowed anyone to do that before although, as I admitted, I had masturbated with another friend. I reached over, anxious to know how his would feel in my hand. It throbbed with life as I slid over him. He reminded me to spit on the head because he was cut and I wasn't. I did it and moved over the purple head slowly, coming over the top of the slit each time. Once my hand was moving, he had me fondle his balls while I jacked him off. His hand was so big that he could cup my balls and play with them while his finger slid under my ass to push against me there. I couldn't reach his hole until he slid down to take my other hand under his ass to finger the hole I found. We were both groaning as we began to come and when he did, he sprayed all over me. I didn't have that much volume but I got his stomach. He reached over and took come from both of us and sucked it off his fingers, then got some more and held it out to me. I didn't want to do it be his pushed his fingers into my lips and I tasted another man's cum for the first time in my life. His finger was still pushing against my ass and I didn't mind. Don't even ask why not because I don't know. But then he raised me up with those strong arms and the finger was pushed in. It kept going deeper and deeper until his knuckle was pressing against me. He lifted me to my knees and began pumping it into me and I felt my cock begin to harden again. He fondled my balls with the other hand for a while and then I felt him spit on my ass hole and soon I felt a second finger being forced into me. It hurt and I yelled but I didn't want him to stop. When they were all the way in, movements began again. I was being stretched but instead of complaining, I moaned in pleasure. When he lifted me off the ground, I knew what was going to happen and I think in the back of my mind I wanted it to happen. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I shook my head but didn't reply as I was biting my lip. When I felt him against me, I has second thoughts and yelled that it was too big but the knob popped into me. It hurt like hell and I let him know. I'm surprised that the world didn't hear me yell. I called him a name and told him to stop. He did but after a few seconds, he pushed through the inner sphincter and stopped, then went further into me and stopped again. I could feel my body begin to stretch as he moved deeper into my rectum and when he was about halfway in, he paused, then began pumping into me, going deeper with each stroke. It felt like my guts were being shoved into my chest and when he rammed the last little bit in I felt like I was going to be sick for some reason. I felt like he was a foot into my bowels his last stroke pushing his pubic hairs into my ass cheeks. He slipped it almost out and pushed in, not fast, but steady until I once again had a moment of almost nausea. His strokes then became more insistent, more aggressive. His animal like grunts told me he was going to come and with a series of fast and deep strokes, I could feel his cock swell and pulse as he filled my bowels with his seed. He kept going until finally he began to pull it out. He wiped it with his bandana and then wiped my tender ass too. I didn't move for a few minutes, feeling him still in me as my rectum adjusted to his absence. He rolled me over and went down on me, taking my cock all the way into his throat and in a few minutes, I was filling his throat with some of my own seed. Neither of us said anything until we had jumped into the water. The cool liquid was welcome on my somewhat irritated ass. Then he came up behind me and pulled me against him. "You are so tight," he said."Did you enjoy it?" I smiled and admitted I had. A few minutes later I felt his erection against my leg and the next thing I knew, he lifted me almost out of the water and lowered me down onto his cock once more, thrusting rapidly into me as I groaned. He didn't slow until I felt him swell and knew I was getting whatever he had left from the first time. He said it was time to go and we said little on the way to the house. Every time we hit a bump I felt him inside of me and I enjoyed it. He had some chores to do when we got there so I headed in to mark my time card. Momma was standing at the counter, working on something she was baking. I marked my hours and started to leave. "David," she said, "wait. I have some ice cold lemonade and fresh gingersnap cookies for you." I couldn't tell her that I was feeling very guilty all of a sudden as she sat the lemonade down with a plate of cookies. "Was this your first time with Poppa?" she asked. How did she know? "I know these things," she advised. "You walked different and you didn't want me to see you leave. ". "You knew what he did to me?" I guess I should have said with me but I didn't. "He told me that he wanted you a long time ago," she said, "but he does not realize how big he is and how small that little bum is." "I don't understand Momma. If you know he does this, why don't you stop him or at least warn me?" "David, I didn't know he was going to do it to you but he has done it with others. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it but he is always gentle and doesn't force himself on anyone. He's always seduced his victims if you want to call them that. Are you sorry that you let him?" "I don't think so. I kind of think I wanted it in a way. He's so big though. I didn't think I was big enough to take it inside." "He told me that when he watched you undress and when you masturbated, he had to do it too and he has been talking of nothing other than taking you for a couple of weeks now." "Has he, I mean does he, I mean..." "Yes David, he has and he does and sometimes it hurts." "Then I don't understand why you don't say no." I replied. "You are too young to understand, David. Some day you will." I sat there with my lemonade, thinking to myself about my experience, my cock reminding me of the pleasure I'd received and how I enjoyed it. "Momma, am I gay? I mean does what we did mean I'm gay?" "Not necessarily," she replied. "You are a very sexual person David, I knew that right away just by the way you stare at my body when you are here. Have you noticed that when you are here, I leave some buttons open at the top of my dress?" I smiled and admitted that I had indeed noticed and appreciated it as well. "You may be what they call bisexual David. That means you just enjoy sex no matter if it is with a man or a woman." "I've never really been with a woman, Momma," I admitted. "Shirley and I used to fool around a little but I was afraid my parents would find out and they would have kicked me out. They're very strict." "It's because they love you, David and they want to protect you from making the wrong decisions." I got up and grabbed my shirt from the chair. "I've got to get home." She was smiling as I walked by, then she grabbed me and hugged me to her chest. "It's all right, David," she said. "No matter whether you are gay or bisexual, it doesn't change who you are inside. I'll see you in the morning." I walked out of the house and felt like a new man as I walked through the field and over to my house. Discoveries in the Country Ch. 02 After my first experience in the pleasures a man can give another man, or in my case, not much more than a boy, I wasn't sure just what to think. I lay in bed that night, reviewing the days activities, questioning my sexuality, and indeed, my reasons for allowing it to go so far so fast, even though I had to admit to myself that it was something I had more or less wanted to happen. Every day I had silently admired the size and shape of his cock and every time I saw cum dripping from the throbbing tip, I'd wanted to hold it and feel it, although the thought of tasting it or even feeling it in my mouth wasn't something I was ready for, no matter what. I whipped my cock to more than one climax before it just was too tired to cooperate any more, then fell asleep, still holding it in my hand while the remains of a good cum leaked into the towel that I'd lay beneath me to conceal the evidence. I went to work the next day, not knowing what to expect. I had no reason to believe that the previous day's activities were going to be repeated although I had accepted the fact during the night that if he wanted me, I'd be there for him. We were to be so busy for the next two weeks that we never even got to swim together. That didn't prevent us from getting together on a couple of occasions though. When the weather forced us to move inside to work on maintenance chores, he found new ways to satisfy his needs. On one occasion, we'd been cleaning and lubricating the combine when he stopped and wiped his brow before heading over to the cooler where we were keeping some lemonade He's stripped off his shirt and undershirt as had I. Since I was smaller than he, I had crawled into the mechanism with the air hose to blast out the accumulation of dirt and dust. Leaving it to draw dampness causes rust and corrosion that can destroy an expensive piece of equipment. The next thing I knew, he raised was fumbling with the top of my jeans while I held onto a crossbar to keep from being dragged backwards. Lifting my feet from the floor, he stripped off jeans and underwear in one swift move. With my clothes around my ankles, and my legs hanging down, he entered me a bit too fast, forcing me to scream. For a while, he held me with just the head of his cock in my ass before he began pushing deeper and deeper until the hairs began tickling my ass. Then he began moving faster until I could hear his breath change and feel him pushing harder with each thrust until he was slamming into me faster and faster until he spread my cheeks so wide it hurt and rammed deep, holding it in while I felt it pulse with his release. Over the next few days, we had a several dry days in a row which allowed us to get the hay cut, dried, baled and in before the rain started again. When we came in at night, we were exhausted and neither of us felt any inclination to do anything. On another occasion, he rolled me on my bac, lifting my feet high in the air, before he drooled saliva over my ass. He slid a finger into me and worked it around, then added a second, opening my ass up before slipping his meat into me. Holding my legs against his chest, he played with my balls before sliding his hands over my cock, beginning to slowly jack me off. I think we both came at about the same time when he pushed deep and rammed his hand back on my cock. My stomach was covered with my cum and my ass was full of his. We stayed that way for a minute or two, just letting him go soft before he pulled out. Afterwards, we went to the faucet and cleaned up without saying much at all. When we were cleaned up, we went back to the job at hand. On two occasions, he tried to get me to go down on him and I wanted to, just to make him happy, but something in my mind wouldn't let me do it. When the weather finally calmed down, I took a couple days off to take care of my banking and do some other things I'd been neglecting. He told me that he had someone to fill in for me while I was gone and I really needed the rest. On Friday, when I went to pick up my check, I met my replacement. He was a tall, handsome man, about twenty, I decided, and quite a surprise. He smiled when we were introduced and extended his hand. Although his grip was not nearly as strong as Derek's,he was no wimp either. It was obvious that he was a farmer or the son of a farmer or something like that. His name was Gary, and as we became acquainted, I learned that he had worked for Derek for three years before he went to college, where he was a junior. After sharing some lunch together, he asked me to help him get the Farm-all tractor started. I knew what the problem was. It was just old and cantankerous and had to be babied until is was warmed up. I climbed up and showed him how I bumped the starter a couple of times, then waited while the fuel settled into the carburetor before I bumped it and turned it over. It coughed and belched and slowly settled into a rough idle. I played with the choke for second longer and it began to idle smoothly. "You just have to treat it like your lover," I told him. "Be gentle with her but keep warming her up. She needs a tune up bad but I won't have the time or the parts to get into it until the back 40 acres is ready for the winter wheat. Derek took the planter in for service though so I may have time next week to do it." "Is that how Derek treats you, David?" he asked. "Is he gentle and patient as a lover?" I had suspected that he and Derek had been lovers but hadn't wanted to bring it up. "I doubt it," he continued. He never was with me. I think my ass still burns sometimes as a reminder of how rough he can be. I can't say he hasn't learned anything though. The first time he did it to me I bled for quite a while. I kept giving myself cold water enema's to make it stop hurting, so he's at least better than that." "Not a lot, though,"I muttered. He put his arm around me. "The worst is over, David, but don't be afraid to tell him no if he gets too rough. He will never intentionally hurt you. It doesn't have to hurt at all. The whole process can be beautiful and tender and loving. They don't call us lovers for no reason at all. Momma tells me that you aren't sure whether you're gay or bi and I can tell you that you'll know when the time is right. I've always been bi but I wasn't sure at first either" "How did you finally figure it out?" He smiled. "Thanks to a certain young lady that wouldn't take no for an answer. I'm sure glad she wouldn't though. She's bi too. We've been together for a little over a year now." "Do you have a man you sleep with too?" "Not really. It's not that I wouldn't like one at times, I just haven't met anyone who made me want to." Does your girlfriend like it that way?" I wondered. "Yeah, she does...a lot, in fact. She knows I like it when I guy does it to me and she like to watch too." I had no reply to that situation since I'd never heard of such a relationship. His hand was on my thigh now and I felt his fingers move over my cock. Instinctively, I hardened to his touch and when he moved his fingers over me I moaned in pleasure. When he began to strip, so did I, not knowing what he intended to do or what he wanted from me. He reached over to take my cock in his hands, giving me a chance to look at his. Although it was almost as long as Derek's, it was by no means as thick. The thought of that cock sliding into my ass excited me as I began milking it down, just as he was doing to me. He threw our clothes onto some hay and had me set down. I watched as he played with his cock for a minute, but then he pushed it toward my lips. "I can't." I said. "I've tried, but I can't." "Just lick it, David," he replied. "It's not as big as his is." I tried it and found that I could lick it without a problem and finally allowed the head to slip in between my lips just up to the thick base of the purple head. I moved it in and out of my lips and tried to go deeper with it, finding that I could go about half way in before I panicked and pulled away. "I won't come in your mouth," he promised as he moved in and out of my face. I grew to like the taste of him on my tongue and kept trying to go deeper but then he pulled out. "I don't want to come yet," he said. "I want to save that for later." He pushed me back onto our clothes and went down on me, completely taking me into his mouth until I felt the head of my cock at the back of his throat. After a few minutes, he pulled it out. "Have you ever made love to anyone David?" he asked. "I guess not," I replied. He sat up and had me get on my knees. "Fuck my mouth," he said. "You'll like it." I began fucking into his face and found that I did indeed like it. As I felt my balls begin to swell, I pulled out but he grabbed both cheeks of my ass and pumped my cock into his face faster and faster until I dug into his hair and held him onto my cock as I exploded in his mouth, shooting cum for so long I couldn't believe it was me. He kept sucking my cock and milking it down until I got completely soft and he took it out his mouth, licking the last few drops from the tip. He smiled and wiped his face with his fingers, offering it to me. I'd never tasted my own cum before but it wasn't at all unpleasant. I let him pull me down and put me on my knees. Moving behind me, he spread my knees apart and began licking my balls and up over my hole. It felt so good I didn't ever want him to stop. As he kissed and licked, his fingertip slid into me and slowly moved in till it was as far as he could go. After a few seconds of fucking my ass with his finger while his other hand played with my balls, he pushed a second finger in and repeated the same action. My cock was getting hard again with the way he was rubbing inside of me and his fingers would go from my balls to my cock and back while the other hand continued fucking my ass. I was pushing back into his fingers, wanting them in deeper and finally, he pulled them out before lining up his cock and slowly moving it into me. Since he was thinner than Derek, it slid in easier and he was so gentle as he pushed it into me that there was no pain or discomfort at all, and when he started fucking me, I was pushing back into him, wanting more. After slowly fucking me for quite a few minutes, he stopped and held it into me while played with me until I was almost ready to come again and he stopped before beginning to pump into me again. It was so beautiful and felt so good, I almost didn't want him to come and when he did, he didn't pound into me like Derek did until he was almost there and with three ramming strokes that nearly knocked my down, he came and I could feel him fill me. For a while, he lay on his stomach beside me, facing my feet while he played with my cock. I began playing with his ass and he moved up on my body and turned so I could reach his ass better. His ass felt good under my hands and I could reach his balls to play with them too. He began to move his ass into my hand. Eventually, I got to where I could work my finger into him a little and he moved still higher, sliding off of me while he spread his legs. I sat up and twisted around so I could push all the way into him. I finally pushed a second finger into him and began pumping into him faster. He moaned and began thrusting back into me. "Fuck me, David," he begged. "I want to," I agreed, "but..." "You know what to do, David," he said. "Your smaller size makes it easy. Just line it up and push it in slow. When it's all the way in, I need you to fuck me hard and don't stop till you shoot your cum into me." I felt really strange doing this but I got between his legs and lined my cock head up with his hole. It went in real easy because I wasn't big enough to hurt him but when his rectum closed in around my cock, it felt so good I just started fucking into him. He kept telling me to fuck him harder and faster and my balls were beginning to swell. When I came, I rammed as deep as I could for several strokes, and held it in as I pumped my cum into his ass. When I got soft, I pulled out and went to clean myself up. My emotions were a mess right at that time and I don't know why. I'd just had my first sex...ever...with either sex, so why was I such a mess. Then I realized that it was just a conditioned guilt feeling and I began to settle down. "Thanks Dave," he said, as he cleaned himself up. "You did good. Are you OK?" "Yeah, I guess so. I just had to stop to think for a minute there. I've never made love to another person before. I like it, I really like it. It beats masturbation and blow jobs all to hell but I',m still not used to what just happened." He smiled and hugged me. "I've been there David. Don't sweat it, you'll work your way through it and next time you get a chance, you'll want it again." (To be continued) Discoveries in the Country Ch. 03 You would think that after having had not one but two men fill my ass with their hard cocks and giving Gary the fucking he so desired, that my mind would be clear as to whether I was gay or bi, but whenever I saw Mrs. Shuermann's dress open enough for me to see the crown of her breasts, or when she bent over to take something from the oven, I was less certain than ever. There was no secret to the fact that I loved the feel of a hard cock slipping into my young ass. I enjoyed Gary more because of his slender cock, but the fullness that Poppa gave me and the depth he achieved was something I always looked forward to as long as I could get him to slow down. When I returned to work after my brief vacation, I only had a few more weeks before I had to return to school again. Gary stayed long enough to help get the winter wheat planted and I knew I would miss him when he went back to school. Derek, or Poppa as we called him, knew what we were doing and seemed to give us plenty of opportunity to do it. Between Gary and I, he was getting what he wanted too so he seemed satisfied, although there were times I thought he wanted more from both of us. Gary and I were swimming one hot day, and of course, we wound up with Gary's cock in my mouth and mine in his. We were so involved that we didn't even hear Poppa when he drove up. The first time we were aware he was there was when he stepped up behind Gary, playing with his hard cock. Gary didn't skip a suck as he turned to put his ass in position for Poppa to get down on his knees and push into him. The sounds they both made and the sight of Poppa's cock moving in and out of Gary's ass was more than I could handle and I pumped my load into Gary's mouth too fast. All I could do was to watch Gary getting a royal fucking. When he was done, Poppa jumped into the cold water but Gary grabbed me and pulled me down to push his cock into me and drive into me harder than he ever had before. He didn't last long and my ass was beginning to hurt from the pounding he gave me before we both jumped in with Poppa to clean ourselves up. Poppa wasn't done yet though and as he often did, he pulled me into him and held me while he put that big meat of his into me. It seemed like he was never going to come and my ass was getting tender but finally, he rammed me hard and held it there while he finished unloading his balls into me. We got very little done that day as far as work goes. Though Gary and I liked to lay next to each other and fondle our bodies, Poppa was gone as soon as he dressed. It was a habit of his I had grown familiar with. There was no emotion to his actions at all, and Gary told me that Poppa was not about to let anyone get into his ass. To tell the truth, I hadn't had any thoughts to do that anyway, but it upset Gary some. When it was time for Gary to leave, I took the day off, telling my parents that Gary and I were going to a show to celebrate his departure. Instead, we spent the whole day in the top of the barn, having sex in every way we knew how and telling stories and jokes. He told me a lot about the girl he was living with and how she loved to watch him take it in the ass, using a strap on dildo at times to do it herself. He liked to watch her masturbate or play with her sex toys while he masturbated too. Of course, she took it in the ass at times too, but he went on in at length about how it felt to have his cock buried in her hot pussy. All the time he was talking about it, I wondered how I would act if the opportunity ever arose. After Gary left, I got more action, but I knew I would. It wasn't the same any more now that I'd been with Gary for so long, though. The difference was like night and day. Gary was gentle and caring. He liked to do it different ways too, something that Poppa seldom did. Poppa just wanted you to bend over and reach back to spread your cheeks. The only time it varied was when we were swimming. Still, I enjoyed it and would never refuse him. There was still one thing I was not able to give him for some reason. I couldn't suck his cock. I think I knew that once he got it in my mouth, he'd fuck my face as hard as he fucked my ass. I loved to suck Gary's cock. It was so beautiful and he was so patient with me. After a month of sucking him, I learned that if I just held my mouth open, he could fuck into my face until I had to pull off to breathe. He never forced me to swallow his cum either, although I willingly licked it from the end of his cock. When school started, I noticed a difference in the way I looked at people. I tried to imagine both sexes naked, or nearly so. My fantasies became more bi sexual, I think due to the fact that I was not with Poppa anywhere near as much. I masturbated just as much as I did before I met Poppa and Gary, maybe even more and when Poppa told me my cock was getting larger, I was pleased. Just before Thanksgiving, Momma went to see her sister in Ohio for a while to help her recovery from some surgery. That was the first time that Poppa took me to his bedroom. Nothing else changed as far as his technique went but I could watch him in the mirror as he fucked me and watch as he pulled his cock from my ass with his cum still dripping from the end of it. I could even see my reddened ass in the mirror, with his cum glistening around the rim and seeping down my legs. It was much more exciting. When he would leave the room to clean himself up, I would look around at the signs that Momma lived there. I found it comforting to feel her in the house with me. I didn't work in December at all except for helping with the milking on weekends. It was too cold in the barn to get naked so we just masturbated together and a couple of times he sucked me dry. At Christmas time, I got a nice bonus check from him and Momma made me a home made German chocolate cake. She gave me something else for Christmas too. When I went over the week before Christmas to take some homemade cookies and candy to her, Poppa was not there. He'd gone into town to some club he belonged to for a celebration and Momma told me he'd be so drunk when it was over, he would sleep it off at his friends house. She thanked me for the baked goods and the card I gave her, and kissed me but not in the way a mother kisses her son. Rather, she kissed me with open mouth and showed me how to kiss that way. We kissed several times and she put her hand on my cock and rubbed it. "You like to kiss that way, David," she said. "I can tell." I flushed but nodded. It wasn't possible to deny the erection I had anyway. "Come, little one, I will give you a surprise," she said, leading me into the living room. She undid my jeans and pulled jeans and briefs down around my ankles, then proceeded to grip it in her warm hands and start moving over me. I tried hard not to moan but it felt so good and I wanted her to keep it up. I have to tell you though that I was completely surprised when she started to suck me off and lick me from my tip to my balls. She used her lips to work the head of my cock to just below the crown and back, then licked it hard, pushing the tip of her tongue into the slit. Every so often she would look up at me and smile while she pumped her hand over me. I warned her that I was close but she just nodded and sucked even harder while I filled her mouth with a large climax. Her tongue felt so good as she cleaned me and when she kissed me, I could taste my cum on her tongue and lips. I was weak in the knees when she finished and she held me to her so tight. As I started to dress, she stopped me. "There is one more thing, David," she said. Before I could ask what, she opened her dress to show me that she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled me back to her and took my hand, putting it on the right breast. "Play with them, David." she requested. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, I rubbed my hand around them, feeling their softness and their warmth. She shrugged the dress off and pulled me to her breasts, showing me just where to put my hands and what to do with them. Her head was back and her eyes were closed as I played with her nipples but when I put my mouth around one of them, her eyes flew open. "Oh, god," she cried, pulling my face into her breast. "Yes, David, yes. That's what I want." I took turns sucking them and while I sucked one she pulled and twisted the other one, while she moaned and made strange sounds in her throat. She liked it when I licked them too. "Oh god, yes," she kept repeating until suddenly she pulled me down and stripped me completely. The next thing I knew, we were in the bedroom where she stripped off the dress completely to stand there in just her panties. She pulled me down on the bed and when she pulled me back t her breasts, her fingers went into her panties and I knew what she was doing. "Wait," she said, breathing awfully hard. She got up and pulled her panties off and I got to see her sparse growth of light brown curly hair over her slit. She laid back down and pulled me over to her. "I need you David. I need you now." "Momma I don't...I mean I...." "Hush, David," she replied, pulling me onto her. "I know what you're feeling but it will be all right. I will show you." She had me get between her legs and she showed me how to rub the head of my cock up and down her slit before I pushed through and went deep into her. I was embarrassed for my small cock compared to Derek's but she seemed happy with it and we made love for about fifteen minutes until I couldn't hold it back any more and I pumped my load into her. She frightened me when she wrapped her legs around me, locking me into her and started pumping her body into mine until her legs began to shake and she cried out and held her breath. I had no idea that I had just given her an orgasm but she grabbed me and pulled me down on to her body, kissing me and playing with my ass and my back. We lay together, naked while we touched each other and she fed me her cum from her fingers. It wasn't at all unpleasant. I wanted more but she reminded me that my parents would be wondering why it took so long. "Thank you David, thank you." she said. She washed me up and watched as I dressed. We kissed and she held me to her breasts for quite a while. "You have a Merry Christmas, David," she said. "I already did," I told her, smiling. (To be continued)