admin
04 Temmuz 2022, 18:47
Part One:I was born in 1958. By the age of sixteen, I had led the most ordinary and naïve life. That was soon to change rather dramatically. My father, Mike, and mother Catherine had gotten married rather young. My dad was twenty-two at that time and my mother eighteen. As I would later learn, they were forced to marry after I was conceived. In those days you did the right thing and took responsibility for your actions. Growing up, I never remember them ever being affectionate and they barely spoke to one another at all. My father and I also interacted very seldom.My parents bought a small-holding outside a little town shortly after I was born. Both my parents had fairly good jobs in the town. My father liked his privacy and was also into the natural way of life, long before it became fashionable. Our vegetables were homegrown and we also had a few cows and around fifty chickens, which took care of our protein needs.The agricultural requirements on our smallholding were taken care of by Steve. Steve did not live with us but spent Monday to Saturdays on our plot. Steve had started working for us a few months earlier, just before my sixteenth birthday. He was a very pleasant guy in his mid-thirties. Steve was tall and slender with a fairly handsome face. He was rather scruffy looking, however, and a real redneck. His hair was shoulder length and he always looked like he could do with a bath. Steve a very sexy gait and walked around like a person without a care in the world.In the preceding year?s mom had not really taken much care with her appearance, but nevertheless, still looked very good for a thirty-four-year-old woman. My parents had no social life and we hardly ever had visitors. Our extended family lived far away and I can only recall two visits by them.Our weekly routine was as follows: My mother would drop me off at school, and after school, I would walk to her work. I would then do homework and amuse myself till four-thirty p.m. After that, we would leave for home. Our family always had dinner together, before mom and I would clean up prior to heading off to our bedrooms. In summer, dad would sit on the porch smoking and enjoy a beer or two in the evenings. On Friday and Saturday evenings, dad always headed off to the neighbours to the right of us, to spend the evening in their company. The neighbours, Jeff and his son Joe were really big guys. Dad would often only return the following day, after an evening of playing cards and drinking with them. I frequently saw them in town and although dad got on extremely well with them, they barely acknowledged my existence.Jeff and Joe were around six-feet-two tall and had the largest hands and feet I had ever seen on human beings. Their hands were rough and looked like they permanently wore baseball mitts. Their boots always looked like they were taking major strain to contain their enormous feet. Size fourteen and a half, as I would later learn. They were very hairy and both had full beards. Jeff weighed two hundred and twenty pounds and Joe around two hundred pounds. They both had very deep voices and scared the hell out of me.The neighbours to our left were an old couple and our interaction was negligible.Shortly before I turned seventeen, mom started taking far more care with her appearance. Her normal behavior also started to change and she became secretive. This behavior continued for a few months. One Friday afternoon after she collected me from school, mom prepared dinner as usual. She had taken that day off from work and unbeknownst to me, after dropping me at school that morning, had returned home to pack her belongings. When dad arrived home she asked me to excuse them for a short while. I left in the direction of my room rather confused.After twenty minutes she entered my room and told me that she would be leaving for good and that I would be staying with my dad. She hugged me before she left, before saying that dad would explain the situation later.As I walked into the lounge my father looked bewildered. After years of a loveless marriage, my mother had endured enough. She had met the man of her dreams and I was not part of their future plans. Her new love, Gary, had been transferred to a large city where they would be starting their new lives together.I would not see my mother again for the next few years. She always phoned once a month, as well as on my birthday and at Xmas. Mom and Gary married after my parents were divorced and went on to have a kid of their own. Ultimately I isvecbahis (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) suppose, she was happy.The night she left dad and I ate in silence, then cleaned up and headed for bed. Before dinner dad had phoned our neighbours to explain the developments in our household. He informed Jeff and Joe that he would not be able to join them that evening or the following night. I felt gutted and cried myself to sleep.The following day my relationship with my father started to mend after years of indifference. We went to our small town and enjoyed a great breakfast together. The rest of that day we chatted more than we had in years. A huge surprise for me was how well dad cooked. That night we had a wonderful dinner before I joined dad on the porch for the very first time in forever. At bedtime, he hugged me for the first time that I could ever remember. After we ascended the stairs he ushered me into his bedroom and said that I would be sleeping with him that night. It was wonderful falling asleep with his arm around me. During the first week after my mother?s departure dad and I also showered together for the first time.The following week my school routine was altered very slightly. Dad would drop me off at school in the mornings and I would join him at his work after school. This was a lot more fun being at mom?s work after school because the guys in the warehouse where my dad worked as a foreman were much more engaging.One week after my mother?s departure, as dad and I sat on the porch after dinner I summoned up the courage to ask him why his relationship with my mother had always been so bad. He sat for a long time looking at me intently. Only then did I realize how beautiful my father?s eyes were. They were gray with a hint of blue. I had inherited mom?s green eyes. He told me that what he was about to explain could never be repeated outside our home and made me solemnly promise that I would never repeat a word of our conversation. I swore an oath to comply.My father then told me that he was actually homosexual and had always preferred sex with men. I nodded my head affirmatively when he asked if I understood what he was trying to explain. Prior to dating mom and even after that, he was regularly having sex with men. Social pressure, however, forced him into a relationship with my mother, who fell pregnant. Dad tried his best to adapt to this new life but found it very hard to cope. After a few years of marriage, their relationship seriously deteriorated.More recently he had been having a relationship with our neighbours, Jeff and Joe. The card and drink evenings we're always a ruse for sexual activity. He no longer wanted me to be in the dark and with mom gone, felt that it was time for him to play open cards. He assured me that he would not force me into anything I did not want to do and that there was no cause for concern. What dad did not realize was that I had always been attracted to men. In the prior five years, those feelings had intensified dramatically. When I imparted this information to him the following morning at breakfast, he was stunned. Dad then made an arrangement for us to visit Jeff and Joe the following evening.I was a little nervous but dad assured me that I had nothing to worry about. Upon our arrival, I was a little shocked by the welcome that we received. Jeff hugged, kissed, and groped dad. Joe was a little more reserved as we stood watched the show with bemusement. The indifference I had felt from our neighbours previously was also gone and both Jeff and Joe made me feel very welcome. As I looked about it was clear that a womanly touch had not graced their home in a very long time. The house was in masculine overload and hummed of manliness. Personal hygiene did not appear to be of great importance to the two of them, but essentially being a farm boy I found that quite a turn-on.When we all moved to the porch the three men smoked cigarettes and drank beer. Joe soon started the fire for our barbeque and I chatted to him while he went about his business. While we were attending to the fire dad and Jeff disappeared. The fire would take another hour or so. During that time Joe and I spoke about all kinds of shit. I asked Joe about his relationship with his dad and he told me that they had started a sexual relationship a few years before. He had always known about his dad?s preference for men even before his mother died. His mother had been a very difficult person and he had always loved his father more. He said that it was isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) a relief for him when his mother passed on and he and his dad settled into their new lives.Once the meat was on the fire, dad and Jeff finally reappeared and soon we were enjoying a wonderful meal. We ate, chatted, and savored the delicious food. The guys continued to smoke, drink, and laugh. It was a great evening and at around ten p.m. I was offered the bed in Joe?s bedroom. The bed was enormous and I could tell that doing laundry was not a great priority in this household. The sheets had a very well used odour. Joe soon excused himself and left the room.Listening to erotic sounds from down the passage I could only imagine what was going on. As I lay awake, I jerked-off to sounds from next door and the masculine odour emanating from the bed.An hour later Joe returned to his room and got into bed next to me. I could also smell an intensely sexual body aroma emanating from him. When he realized I was awake he turned on the bedside lamp and gave me a very sweet smile. I must have seemed really puny to this brawny stud. Next, he put his huge hand on my head and asked if I was okay. I nodded yes before he turned the light off. Shortly, I felt his beard touching my ear as he gently kissed me, giving me the most erotic experience of my entire life. The after-sex smell Joe exuded completely overwhelmed me. He whispered that we were going to take things slowly. He then placed his lips on mine and we kissed. Putting his arm around me he caressed me with his huge rough hand before we fell asleep.I awoke in the morning as Joe got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I finally got my first real look at him naked and was stunned by what I saw. Joe took cock size to a whole new level. Like dad and I, Jeff and Joe were also uncut. A new dynamic also came to the fore when we joined dad and Jeff in the kitchen for coffee. Clothing was totally nonessential in this household and we subsequently drank our coffee in the nude. This was very difficult for a horny seventeen-year-old and I spent all my time trying to disguise my hard-on. The three men were very affectionate with one another. They kept rubbing up against one other, constantly kissing and fondling.I was further embarrassed by the discussion of who would break me in. Thankfully Joe came to my rescue and said that he would do the honours. Smiles and knowing looks broke out all around because dad and Jeff had already realized how smitten I was with Joe.Dad and I left after breakfast to take care of the animals on our farm. Jeff and Joe would be coming over at twelve p.m. to join us for lunch. On the way back to our plot dad inquired about my state of mind. I told him I had never been happier in my life. He reminded me that going forward we would be indulging in foursomes. I was a little apprehensive because Jeff still scared me.After the guys arrived at twelve we had lunch. After lunch, to my dismay, dad and Joe departed for the bedroom. Jeff invited me to sit on his lap while they were gone and I apprehensively did so. Unlike dad and Joe, Jeff had a long beard. He kissed and caressed me gently and I finally got to feel another person?s cock. It was awesome and I played with his cock until he came. The smell of his cock was very strong and I never realized that a man could produce so much cum. He had the biggest balls of the three men so the huge amount of cum was hardly a surprise. I am sure that Jeff found our experience rather unfulfilling, but to his credit he just let things go with the flow. Nothing was forced and it was all very comfortable. All my fears about Jeff were finally gone.After dad and Joe returned we sat and spoke for a while. Before our neighbours left for home, Joe pulled me aside and kissed me for a long while. My former discontentment completely evaporated at that point.The following week would be the last before my summer vacation. Dad explained that I would be working with Steve during my holidays. He wanted me to start getting a better understanding of farm life now that my mother had gone. Friday finally arrived and school was over. We drove over to the neighbours late that afternoon. As was the norm, we stripped and hung our clothes over the back of the door after we entered the house. In the middle of the lounge, the guys had placed a large mattress. After a general hug and fondle dad grabbed a beer. Jeff asked if I was excited about getting my arse plowed. Shyly, I nodded my head amid isveçbahis yeni giriş (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) roars of laughter from the three men.Jeff then lay down on the mattress and told me to lie on top of him with my legs to either side of his body. He placed his arms around me and held me tightly. Dad sat to the side as Joe took up his position behind me. I felt lube being applied to my backside and then a thick finger entering my arse. It was less painful than I expected. Soon a second finger entered which got my attention. After a while, this also became more pleasant. Joe gently began turning his hand to and fro while opening his two fingers inside of me. As this happened I was enjoying the smell from Jeff?s ripe armpits.With his other hand, Joe started slapping my arse. I found the first two or three slaps a little unpleasant, but by the fourth slap I was overcome with horniness and couldn?t wait for number five. I was so preoccupied with the slaps that I did not realize when a third finger was added. Joe then moved behind and started to penetrate me as he continued slapping my arse. The penetration was slow and he would frequently pause, allowing me time to adjust to his knob. After a few minutes, he was balls deep in my backside. It hurt like hell and I wasn?t sure which hurt more, my hole or my very red backside that had been slapped silly.When the slapping stopped I had adjusted to Joe?s very thick cock. Joe eventually lifted me off Jeff without pulling out of me. Jeff moved from his former position and directly on to dad who was lying on his back next to us. Jeff lifted my dad?s legs and entered him urgently. I was now placed face down on the mattress as Joe lay on top of me with his full weight. He pushed his arms under my arms and then interlocked hands on top of my head, pinning me down completely. His knees pushed my legs wide apart before he started fucking me, varying his thrusts continuously.The sounds from our bedfellows made everything even more erotic, as my father whimpered like a baby and Jeff grunted like a wild animal. After several minutes Joe lifted his weight onto his hands and started spearing into me mercilessly. He grunted loudly as he seeded my arse. As he pulled out of me he must have gestured to his dad, because Joe was immediately replaced by Jeff. Jeff?s extra weight almost winded me as he got into his stride. He also put his arms through under my arms, but unlike Joe, his huge hands cupped my head tightly. He then started licking and nibbling on my ears as he grunted loudly.To the one side of us, Joe was sitting on my father?s chest as he pissed into my dad?s mouth. I now understood why the mattress smelt so strongly of urine. Jeff eventually got to his knees lifting me up with him. With his arms tightly around me, he continued fucking me while kissing and licking my neck. Joe moved to the front of me and then placed my arms on his thighs before pushing his cock into my mouth. Dad moved between Joe?s open legs and started sucking me off. Being in horny overload I came within a minute.As Joe and dad moved away from us Jeff once more placed me flat on my stomach and pummeled my arse. Within seconds he started cumming while grunting furiously. We lay there like that for a minute or two before I felt warm liquid spraying into my manhole as Jeff pissed in my arse. Afraid that my stomach would burst I was relieved when the torrent finally ran dry.As Jeff slowly pulled out of me I concentrated frantically to keep the liquid from pouring out of my backside. I needed to get to the toilet urgently and hurriedly made my way there. Jeff was busy in the kitchen when I returned and barked instructions to me about proper sexual etiquette. I was told to clean my father?s arse and Joe?s cock. As I licked dad?s arse I got to enjoy Joe?s cum at the same time. After thoroughly cleaning dad I moved to Joe?s cock and I really got a very good look at his penis. From the outline of his foreskin, I could see that he had a very large cock head that was about three inches long. Jeff and Joe also had far darker cocks than dad and I.After cleaning his cock and balls I begged him to retract his foreskin. I was warned that if he did I would have to lick it clean. I promised I would do so no matter how dirty it was. He lifted his eyebrows as if to give me a final warning. His cock was stiff after my cleaning, a necessity apparently when retracting his foreskin. Because Joe?s foreskin was very tight it would not pull back when his cock was flaccid. As he started pulling the skin back the head popped out from its tight confinement. The smell was intense but I had been warned. The head was a strange purplish colour and looked bigger than it did with the skin over it. I started licking and cleaning.