At the age of fifteen I deep throated a cock for the first time. It was a farmers cock who I was doing some summer work for. My brother had worked for Tony a few years before, and it was he who had a word with Tony to get me the work.
The one overiding thing that got me the work and extra money, was my brothers recommendation of me being able to suck cock. That's because since I was twelve I'd been blowing my older brothers dick most nights. He caught me watching him masturbate one night and things kind of went from there. Before long I was spending most nights before we went to sleep, in his bed and sucking on his dick, swallowing everything he pumped into my mouth. By the time I was fifteen, I sought him out to have my cock fun, but by then he'd begun to date a girl, who I must admit was stunning, and things just kind of stopped.
Tony took me on, and straight away told me I'd have to earn the extra money orally. What I didn't know then, was just how big the farmers cock was. My brothers cock measures a little over six inches, and I never once could deep throat him. The farmers cock, I later found out was close on nine inches and much thicker.
Right from day one, he wanted me to suck on his dick, but his wife was always around. Yet I had seen his cock that day as we both went to pee by the side of the barn. It was then I held his quickly thickening cock, but his wife shouted out and we both emerged from the barn side.
Two days later Tony and I got our first opportunity. It was down by a small brook which ran past the border of his farm. We'd been supporting the bank on his side, to prevent erosion and possible danger to his sheep. Again it was needing a pee, and I took the chance to hold his beautiful cock as he pissed on the ground beneath him. By the time he'd finished, his cock was rising and I was already half naked. Dropping to my knees in the open air of his field, I let Tony slide his cock over my tongue and on down my throat. I'm not sure even to this day (Maybe someone can tell me) why I was able to take Tony's much larger cock down my throat, but I did. And I did it easily.
Fucking my face as if his life depended on it, I knew it wasn't going to be a long drawn out blow job and within a few strokes he'd cum in my mouth. Letting him see it swilling around, I then closed my mouth and swallowed his salty semen.
We sat there for next half an hour discussing why I liked cock that much, and why he cheated on his wife with younger men. I told him about my brother and I, to which he said he knew already. (Should have known) Then he told me his wife no longer enjoyed sex. He needed to release his sexual desires, but didn't want another woman in his life. Having a young guy suck on his dick, or having an arsehole to fuck, was his solution.
the mention of him fucking someone, had my cock pulsing, I'd not cum yet and wanted to. So bending over and taking his cock back into my mouth, I began to suck on Tony's dick again. He tried to stop me at first, but I sucked him in further and eventually back down my throat. He gave up shoving me off and lay back letting me enjoy his gorgeous cock. Once it was fully erect and pulsing in my mouth, I released it and asked him if he'd teach me all about anal sex. He'd just turned me over and was licking at my arsehole when we heard his wife's quad bike coming over the ridge. We'd just about got ourselves together, when she appeared round the bend in the brook.
I ate with them that evening, in the knowledge Tony was prepared to fuck me and also in the knowledge, I'd deep throated a cock for the first time.
It was a week later when we had another chance to have sex. (Rain). I'd turned sixteen two days before and told Tony I expected a present from him. Knowing his wife was out all day at the farmers market selling some of their produce, Tony invited me to join him, either to his bed, or to the hay barn. I chose the hay barn. His cock was even more awesome the second time of sucking on it. We'd both relaxed and Tony and I had sixty nined. Naked and totally chilled out with one another, I asked my forty seven year old farmer if he'd fuck me, if he'd take my anal cherry.
Bent over a hay bail, with Tony's saliva sliding all around my buttocks, arsehole and cock, he got in behind me, put his cock head to my rear and slowly, ever so slowly slid his large thick cock up my bum.
If I had to describe how it felt that day. I'd say it was like the sweetest pain you could experience. It hurt, but in a way that had my cock throbbing with lust. I found myself willing him to bury his cock all the way into my body. That feeling of giving yourself completely to someone, was overwhelming and I told him to fuck me harder. Hearing me saying what I did, Tony began to thrust into me deeper and deeper. And as he did the feeling changed from initial pain to a feeling I still get goose bumps from. It's like having mini orgasms flowing through your anus and on up your cock. I was so enraptured by him fucking me, I let him know I was his to do as he wished, I let a much older man know I'd be his cock slut.
Every single inch of his dick penetrated me. Every inch slid inside my body making me cry out for him to fuck me to orgasm. I knew I could cum that way, I don't know how I knew, I just did. And with his cock pounding into me, I began to back onto him, making him power fuck me. In a mind blowing series of powerful thrusts, my cock began to pulse hard and I knew I was nearly there. Telling Tony to screw me, my cock exploded and I found myself shouting out about how amazing it felt. Tony gripped my hair, pulled my head back and then unleashed the mother of all ejaculations up my arsehole. On and on he came, flooding my insides and I genuinely thought he'd never stop cumming.
Then shouting out about how fucking beautiful he found me, he pulled out and spun me around. Shoving me down, he offered me his cock and I eagerly took it back into my mnouth. Sucking and licking on it to remove his cum and some of my anal cream, I found a new taste I loved. A taste over the rest of that summer, I came to know very well.
Then one morning as I called round to collect my earnings, his wife answered the door. She told me Tony was out by the barn. As I turned to go, she told me to stay. Telling me she'd be paying me, I followed her inside. Sat at their kitchen table I accepted my usual pay, but knew it was short of what Tony paid me for the "extra's". Holding another envelope, she asked me if I'd earned any extra pay. When I asked her what she meant, Tony's wife quite calmly asked me if I'd had her husband fuck me. Not wanting to drop Tony in it, I told her I didn't know what she was talking about. That's when I discovered just how much they loved one another. Moving to sit next to me, she put her hand on mine and said "My husband and I don't have sex because I no longer want any. It doesn't mean he shouldn't". Pausing she asked me again if I'd earned the extra cash. Nodding my head she said "Good, now go and excite my husband, he's waiting for you".
The next time I saw her, about an hour later, I had her husbands semen leaking out of my arsehole and had been well and truly fucked. Her smile was one of acknowledgment, one of acceptance and one I now know, as one of pure love.
Over the rest of that summer, Tony and I sex most days. Not always anal sex and not always Tony cumming, as he began to enjoy sucking me off. Nearing the end of the summer I lost my virginity. It was with an eighteen year old slut, who'd gotten herself merry on cider. With my older brother and one of his friends watching, I fucked her outside in a park. She was kneeling on a kids slide as I fucked her from behind. And as much as I enjoyed cumming all over her cute tight arsehole, it wasn't to me then, anywhere near as good as orgasming with Tony fucking me.
Fourteen years on and every now and then I visit a farm close to where I used to live. Sadly I only see Tony's wife, as Tony passed away two years ago. We chat about old times and laugh about our initial sneaky fucks. She's told me Tony related everything to her about us and our sex together, not long before he died. And it's her memories of what Tony's told her, that's filled in some gaps for me.
I'm soon to be a married man, having met and fallen in love with, THE most wonderful of women. But I had to tell my little story of how a man changed my perception of life and sexual fun. The reason I call my soon to be wife, wonderful, is she knows all about my sexual past and accepts me for who I am. She also accepts that I also have an occasional boyfriend, who visits when he's on leave from the Navy. Whether that lasts once we're married who knows. What I do know is I've become a much better person having known Tony and his amazing wife.

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