0 comments/ 7956 views/ 2 favorites Buttermilk Field By: alexcarr Hand fried sea salt crisps was on the packet, made from the finest British potatoes no less. They call 'em chips in the US . I have so much become addicted eating them since I met Richard. Just as I have with Richard, the guy who appears on the back of the crisp packets announcing he was the guy who hand fried that particular packet., from potatoes grown in 'Daisy Field'. I recognised him at a local Gay Pride party as the guy on the packet. "That is you, isn't it?" I asked showing him the packet. "Sure is" he replied with a glowing smile. "And they are exactly what it says on the packet, scrumptious and made with my own hands. You like them huh?" "Sure do and now I have met you I feel there will be a connection every time I purchase and consume! "I guess you don't have any vacancies do you. For making them I mean?" "Are you out of work then erm what's your name?" "David" I returned. "Well David, you would have to dig your own potatoes from the field you are allocated, then wash and prepare and go through the whole process of what makes a real quality hand made crisp." "Fine, I would like that, when can I start Richard?" "Wow you are forward, David. I haven't said their is a vacancy yet!" "Well is there?" Richard looked thoughtful. His short wavy dark hair matching his handsome look. "I guess I will give you a try on buttermilk field, see how you go, tomorrow morning at 9am okay?" I felt very exited. And this only happened because I like hand fried crisps - and meeting delightful Richard too. I think he liked me as much as I did him. It was something about the way he looked at me with those devouring eyes, I felt a certain sensual numbness run down my spine when he invited me to try this buttermilk field. I just felt this was going to develop into something more than just an employer/employee relationship. It was it me being too hopeful. It had been a long time since Danny dumped me and I had lost a lot of confidence. But with Richard seemingly taking an interest in me I felt a lot more confident already. That night I dreamt of what Buttermilk field might look like. I imagined rows and rows of potato plants rising up to me with the tuba's dangling below them just waiting to be picked off the root and cleaned. That thought developed and my fantasies were abound when, the potato tuba's changed to something else very sexual and highly tempting, reminding me of how it was with Danny and how he loved me to massage him underneath, as he spread his gorgeous thighs over me on the bed. Then he lowered himself and had me sniff and suck him as he smothered me wholly until thumped his thigh to announce I need a breather! But he really knew how to pump his lead into me afterwards. I guess I have got it bad in missing those wonderful so beautiful things Danny and I achieved together. It would be so good to form a brand new relationship. Especially with a guy like Richard whom I feel could pullout all the cobwebs that have built up since Danny. But then he most probably already has a partner, I should think so because of his demise, he has everything in my view, although I guess I am putting him on a pedestal because he offered me a job, which I need so very much. I settled for another slow massage, imagining the what was probably the impossible with Richard; like he was chasing me naked of all things in between the rows of potatoes in Buttermilk Field. I planned to make it slow. So I could enjoy to the full as best I could doing it myself, which is never ever the same as your lover doing it for you, when you can never predict a next move. Danny was so good at that, he found just the right jerking move and it was sheer heaven on earth, followed by his always beneficial and gratifying deep fuck. But inevitably my passion and frustration quickly took me to the hilt and I was quickly done, not feeling anything behind, like when Danny used to awaken me with a wonderful stiff wanting between my butt, rearing up to go in the tunnel he called love. It was so good how he enticed me to do all those wonderful sensual things with him. Next morning however was another day. The day I would be with Richard who would show me the ropes. My secret and wicked lust imagining that he would be showing me a lot more when we got acquainted.. On arrival Richard greeted me with his open smile and drove me to Buttermilk Field in his land rover. "You have your uprooting machine right there David" he said pointing. "Get to digging about four rows, I will be back then to collect the potatoes and show you the next stage of production." I loved his nice but firm dealing with me, now one of his employees. I was hoping it would be much more than that. He certainly gave me the impression - it was that look again, that lusty forthright glance he had given me yesterday, it had promise I felt sure and I would do everything to cultivate that. I soon got to lift the potatoes and had a good seven sacks full by the time Richard returned to pick them and me up, top take me to the processing plant. I was taken back that I turned out to be his one and only employee apart from a girl who did the office works and sales. He seemed to have a certain link with the girl called Patricia and I started to wonder if he had gay leanings. But surely attending a gay rights party he would. I hoped so else all my lusty hopes would be lost forever. But maybe he was bisexual or something, that wouldn't be so bad, depending on how deep the relationship, if there was one with Pauline was. Showing me how to cut and fry the slices of potato in order create crisps to the highest standard was interesting. He was scrupulous in producing a quality product and told me I would be expected to keep the standard achieved over a number of years. "You are my first productive employee" he said enthusiastically, "So there will be high hopes for you if you meet the standard!" So besotted was David about his creation that he seemed rarely to talk of anything else. I did discover though that he didn't have a partner, he said he had never found one who he thought would suffice. He confided that he had a brief affair with Pauline and that they had a sort of understanding, because he was not particularly drawn to women, but she was nice to indulge now and again in some friendly frolics as he put it giving me a wry smile which said more. So even then I didn't know if I could make a relationship with him which, as I grew to know him, I wanted as much as I did the work he gave me, and I did not want to jeopardise that by attempting to puch my luck other ways. I needn't have been concerned though because, come the weekend of the second week I worked for him, his mother passed away and he actually cried on my shoulder. I felt privileged indeed and was glad to be of comfort to him. After that he seemed always constant toward me in his approach and he came to hug me, especially when I had produced the number of packages expected and more. "You and I are set for high places" he told me enthusiastically overwhelmed by his latest production figures and sales. He gave me one of those hugs again. Invited me to his place for dinner, and drinks afterwards and he loved to listen to Mozart. I wasn't a classical buff but I went along with it and somehow the sounds of his music blended wonderfully with a new forming relationship when just talking would progress to touching and comforting and it was so nice. He told me thanks to me I had helped him through the sadness of his mother passing and he didn't know what would have happened without me, that I kept the business going when he was too grieved to think about it. "I owe you so much dear David!" "You have given me quite enough in making me confident once more after several months of unemployment when I never knew how I was going to survive." "Then it is fete accompli huh David? Now we need to build our good relationship, Need I tell you how I feel towards you. It is something special I have never felt for another guy before." I looked at him like I completely knew what he meant, took his hand tightly in mine and squeezed it like it belonged. Richard closed his eyes and put his head upon my shoulder once again and it was lovely. The first time he touched me, after a little stroking along my thigh it was nice and soothing and I felt a certain stir in my spine. I had guided his hand to me and heard his breathing become more rapid as he asked if we could do something. "£Something like? I teased He smiled wonderfully and we both knew what was ain store. "Have you ever before David?"£ he asked me and of course I told him about Danny." He said he would have to put all that to rights and was so relieved that we could be an item. He first had me sound across the arm of the settee. That is how it happened, instinctively he had downed my jeans and spent a lot of time sniffing me up there, which of course followed to more and the first feel of his warm mouth suckling me there was out of this world and I knew I would be anything he wanted me to be for him. So that is how the hand fried crisp guy became my guy and it was a new opening. I moved in with him of course and felt his longing every night and sometimes in the morning too, it was better than Danny by far so all bad thoughts of him vanished. We had a brand new future togetherNo matter what the weather.The potatoes always there to liftRichard and I would shift I adored his loving completeHe took me off my feetProducing hand made crisps and hand rolled erectionsWas one of his perfections We had it so goodAs I knew we shouldNow we were were foreverI was his endeavour The feel of him large inside meMaking our love complete and sustainedI never want to let him looseFor ever to seduce To be continued hand made and crafted by Richard ... Buttermilk Field Ch. 02 Chapter Two. Richard gets rough. It had been a year since Richard gave me a job growing, preparing and hand making crisps. I felt so grateful that he had helped me out of debt in giving me employment. But even more so that he and I had adapted so well as an intimate couple and I had come to love him extravagantly He could never give me enough of it and I always ached to repel his amazing high libido. We'd spend gorgeous evening in front of the TV simply loving each other to the extreme, I loved the feel, scent and taste of his gorgeous high voltage cock which stood so proudly upright to receive my spoiling. His balls were divine and readily responded to my touch with a jerk upwards of his cock pulsing in my mouth, the more I squeezed and balled Richard the more I felt it throb into my tongue, which was absolutely a wonderfully warm and riveting experience. He'd sigh and moan and hold his breath as I felt him slightly push it into my throat and when my lips felt the hair routes surrounding his masculinity, I knew I had sucked his seven inch cock to the full and felt it throb into my throat. I experienced just a little dribble as he pre-cum which perfectly lubricated its bulbous head for easier sucking. I found out how to hold my breath for six minutes so I could give Richard a real good experience of feeling his cock fuck my throat. And when that was done he would let me relax and get my breath back whilst he gave me the same and it was beautiful. I could only get such a hard on with Richard, he had a way of frigging me in his mouth and balling me as I planted myself on all fours in preparation for his fuck. He'd slip his face under and between, still sucking my cock but working his fingers, massaging my butt and rimming my hole which made for a beautiful sensation, then he prompted me to crouch down lower into his face and I felt him beautifully suck and lick me up. He murmured he loved to do that and made me promise that I would forever be all tight ass for him because he would always want his dose of it in his face and I was glad to serve him regularly. I felt to be all ass for Richard was truly wonderful between all the hardworking in the potato field and often I felt him come up behind me, as I bent to pick up freshly dug potatoes, and there in the middle of Buttermilk Field I'd be fucked for good measure because he said he just couldn't wait till later. It felt good in the heat of the sun and we were well hidden beneath the potato plants, enough that he could get his stiff cock into me by laying sideways and one of the most wonderful things was being ass for him like that. I simply loved the feeling of it slip in and out of my hole. I closed my eyes always when he fucked me and felt my whole being melt into a wonderful warm belonging, when I felt we were as one, when he had me full length and I felt his hot spunk dribble down the inside of my thigh. Afterwards he'd help me bag up saying that he had gotten me behind in production and we soon caught up. He slapped my ass telling me how divine I looked picking up potatoes in my tight holed jeans and how he just could not resist the temptation to fuck me there and then. I remember finishing the furrow allotted to me for the day, smelling of his spunk on my face and in my mouth when, after his fuck of me I sucked him off and enjoyed the spurt of his warm cream in my throat. Out came the cola to quench the thirst and I felt like a million dollars down under and all over after my body had raved for him. Then later, after dinner he'd want me again. We worked and played hard and when he wanted to take me in his blue silk pyjamas I was soon ready to be all ass for him again. He really teased and tantalised me and now I had reached the status of having my picture on the crisp packets I had produced, I do believe he worried that some floozy would come and take me away for herself. He needn't have worried. He had all I ever wanted and after our evening sound fucking over the edge of the settee we showered and frigged each other awhile before getting down to some real nice mutual oral. His lovely cock was lovely in my mouth and to tease his foreskin tight back whilst I sucked his p-hole was divine, especially feeling him doing likewise and I felt my cock pulsing to his deep, deep sucking and balling. We knew how to make it last. The climax when we both erupted was glorious but we wanted to make the foreplay last too, so we could both thoroughly enjoy discovery and exploration in finding those little small things about each other's sexuality. The Japanese rings Richard picked up from An Summers were perfect when suitable ringed and adjusted around the girth of a cock and it was fun placing them as well, he had also bought (Japanese again) some various sized anal vibrators which he was eager to try on me . I was happy to do that as a prelude to the real thing and enjoyed his play, teasing them deep into my ass - each with a different sound and vibration which was really lovely, and when he wanted me this way or that I gladly obliged and so enjoyed him playing with me like that. "You ass was made for this David" he said plunging the biggest up inside me and I felt the stretch and the surge and I was wide open for him to suck and prosper his tongue into me after each plunge, the he lavished sucking each vibrator after he'd fucked me with them, each giving a particular fruit flavour like strawberry and banana By the time he came to fuck me for real bare backed and on all fours I was well numbed. He had gotten himself so worked up and feverish for my ass that he really fucked me rough, grasping the contours' of my ass as he held tight for a deep probing fuck with a cock that seemed twice the size than normal. Then his face was into me again, then some more energetic fucking, then face, then fucks and he really had his meal of me, sucking his lips frantically like a mad animal. Our relationship was changing into something more. Something that I was getting used to; yet something that scared me a little. Richard seemed like a time bomb waiting to explode and having me in the potato field was a regular thing. Could I adjust to his ever increasing hunger for me or would I have to find a way to slow him down a bit? To Be Continued... Buttermilk Field Ch. 03 Chapter Three, Hand crafted to please all pallets. As we grew more accustomed to each other in bed and out of it, I felt my whole being was controlled by Richard. The sheets needed changing every day now and I don't think there was ever a night went by when Richard didn't fuck me to the brim. His favourite was to take me when I was asleep, I'd awaken with this red hot bone like stiffness poking into my ass. But all the time he loved to experiment and I simply adored his masterful approach, which was unlike me because I was the one who usually liked to be in control. But truth is; I relished being subservient to him because it was bringing out something inside me that I never knew about. We worked hard in the hot summer sun of the day, and if Richard did turn up for his constitutional, which was more often than not, he'd take me to the shed where we kept all the potato lifting gear and usually gave me a nice deep clean one over the edge of the shelf , which he had adjusted in height to have me in the most comfortable position. Then we would get on with slicing the potatoes and making hand crafted crisps from them. Different from the wonderful hand craft I had from dear Richard who always gave me lots of spoiling, even when I was making the crisps - coming up behind me as he did, his hot cock pressing through his jeans and the rear of mine too. He joked that maybe we could have a back zip fitted because so often he fantasised about fucking me in my tight jeans I remember sometimes when I was a kid, if I was really naughty, my mum would take me over her knee and spank me soundly until I yelped with pain. It is strange how now, when Richard spanks me, I have really happy recollections of my mum, because I really respected her, the way she brought me up and everything. so receiving 'role play' punishment from Richard was, although it stung some, a real warming experience . But now it wasn't my mum punishing me like that, it was Richard and feeling the palm of his strong right hand colliding with each cheek as he had me bent over touching the floor with my fingertips, was a strangely erotic experience. Something which although I detested at the start, I put up with to please Richard. Butit was anot just all about the spanking. I simply loved just to be all ass for him any which way. There was something magic about obeying his command to bend it for him just as 'perky' as I could. "That is quality ass" he complimented and I knew I was on a promise. But he aimed not to make it sting too much and promised he would make it better with a splurge of kisses and massage afterwards and he kept to that. He was very careful about not bruising me though, and took great heed to massage me with all manner of heeling oils which was alone, worth the hurt, just to be thoroughly pampered and spoilt after each spanking "You shouldn't have such a tempting hind David then I may not be tempted - but each time I look at you I am thinking those carnal thoughts. It is not just the way you look but the way your walk and hold yourself. I get this feverish torment just to do wonderful things with you." "I've noticed!" I grinned rubbing my ass cheeks which were now numb after Richard's seeing too and his wonderful deep massage which extended to my cock and balls, sufficiently coaxing me into a real wonderfully gripping climax, when I spurted into his face like the proverbial volcano. He loved it too, taking heed to show me how he massaged my cream all over his cock after licking mine, to ensure it was fully relished and there I was, limp but fully gratified. Hand grafting me all the time; " to draw out the true flavour of much spoiled cock," he said and I loved the way he said that. Just as much as we had laughs too, when he said he had this urge to fuck me in jeans because jeans complimented my tight ass - ad to achieve that he carefully cut out a hole in the material, which at first was too low down. "I would have thought you know where it is now" I teased so he tried again and found the hot spot, and really, being fucked in jeans was another learning curve, especially when afterwards he had me sit on his face whilst his tongue found the same way through as did his cock and It was a fabulous way to be sucked up, He wanted me to share the experience of seeing just how my ass responded to his spanking, how good it looked. He arranged a camera and a screen so I could watch from my bent over position, and there I was, inglorious close up colour. "See how I mean David. Just look and see just why it tempts me so much, it is beautiful and glows nicety as I spank it." He was right, it soon developed a deep red colour which made me agree - and I felt more hot for him to fuck me like that, when I was all spanked up and reddened. He said to watch as he massaged coconut oil into each cheek. He rolled his cock over it and gave me a feel of it between my cheeks, teasing me uo for later. Once he said I must see him spank me with my tonight jeans on which he said was most becoming. So it was more of the spanking followed by lots of sniffing into my crutch and lots of fabulous massage. But it was not just the spanking that was becoming standard. He wanted to harness me and ride me like a horse, the bit in my mouth, the stirrups everything, and even the horse whip to discipline me. He had me kneeling on all fours, fixed a false tail to my buttocks which tickled my balls every time I moved. Whish was very kinky, but with Richard anything goes and this was just another learning curve. I wasn't allowed to say anything because he said it would spoil the illusion. He washed and rubbed me down, stroked my nose ad neck like I really was a horse, amazing! But he was a big guy compared with me and it was impracticable for him to actually to on my back, so he simply placed his feet each side of me and pretended he was riding me, stroking my buttocks with the whip and sometimes just a slight swish of it to buck me up. He'd try things like that to bring to life his fantasies but it could never work purely because I was not strong enough to hold his weight. Still it was a good try and he seemed to enjoy pampering my ass and balls with the false horsetail which was different . But it wasn't long before he dispensed with that tail and instead, tied this elasticised ribbon around the contours of my ass in such a way as to spread them well apart so that he could take full advantage of the offerings between. His warm sucks and nibbles were always divine as he gently teased my balls with his finger tips. "You have the most desirable and suckable ass and I love the stink of you, I want to smother my face in your stink and taste your sex." Pure sex with Richard was so very different from anything I'd experienced before and he always made sure he did everything for my pleasure as well as his. "You are beautiful David" he whispered coming up for air but teasing my asshole with the tip of his small finger, easing it around and around slightly inside. Making it squelch which felt very nice. "I simply adore you, I guess you know that. I get the feeling sometimes, when I have you all strapped up that I want to turn you inside out. You are like a drug to me, I simply have to have my regular dose of you. Just take a look at me now, see what I mean?" I glanced sideways, I could just look but not talk because Richard had taken to fixing this gag into my mouth which would not be removed until he wanted serving orally. It looked like that wouldn't be long as he showed me his fully erect cock pulsing in the grip of his left hand, his right still working my hole. I was right, he removed the gag, pushed a finger inside me roughly and offered me his thick, ripe red and blue veined cock and there I was, feeling the stretch of his finger one end and the taste of his large e pungent cock set .deep into my mouth. Then he said he wanted to feel my suck as he spanked me. I guess he reaped something from that. I felt his hand come down on me again with a resounding slap which unintentionally made me bite him there. "For that" he yelled, " you are really going to get it!". Examining his cock I was relieved there was no blood but I could see the bite mark. I would have thought he would not have had the intent to fuck me but it seemed to make him all the more heated and he certainly meant what he said when he pumped me harder than ever before. Gritting my teeth to subdue the pain I took the full fuck which came quick. He'd never fucked me like that before but it came to pass that the biting fired him off into a new dimension, so I was stuck with it and it was becoming reality. Crazy, but I had unwittingly set something off that brought out the animal in Richard and biting his cock became a specialised thing, because the art was not to draw blood, he was not into that and neither was I. But just enough to make it seem I was going to bite it off. It created a new and wonderful sensual feeling for me, and I know it did for Richard too. It was not just the sucking and licking any more but the feel of my teeth simply nudging his length, and the joy perceived from that. He tried it on me too, so we both understood the absolute thrill of it, just the thought of your partner going too far with the bite was thrill enough like one was living on the edge. And that was to be the start of something new, he wanting and having me in all sorts of new situations which invited danger, and a new challenge. To be continued...