Going down on the farm

I went to college at Umass Amherst in the early 1980s. It’s a big school but in the middle of nowhere surrounded by farms. In the fall of my sophomore year I responded to an ad from a local farmer that needed hay bales stacked in his barn. It was really hard work but paid ok and the farmer was a nice guy. Up until then I had always fantasized about gay sex but never acted on it. Times were different then and I did not dare experiment on campus.

One Saturday after 5 back-breaking hours of “haying” the farmer (whose kids were grown and gone and wife had died fairly recently) invited me in for a beer before I left. Now I was 20 and he was about 55 or so. Somehow, after a few beers and shots, talk of my sore muscles turned into his suggestion that I take a hot shower and let him give me a massage. Now he and I both knew damn well where this was heading. But I was so excited at the prospect of going to bed with a man. And my fantasies had always run to older men, so this was just incredible. He was all man and in good shape but he was patient and took his time. He taught me how to please him by submitting.

That first time his massage didn’t last long before I turned and kissed him..a man..full on the lips with lots of tongue. Moments later I was down on his cock, sucking awkwardly as he tried to guide and teach me. I remember sucking for quite a while and eventually begging him to cum in my mouth. Which he did in an enormous gushing load that caused us both to moan with pleasure.

My work at his place continued for my entire time at college. And aside from the actual work we carried on a gay lust affair. I learned that my gay needs were extremely submissive and even “sissy” in nature. He made me take his cock in so many wonderful ways. He made me dress up, he tied me up, used me. I learned how to suck cock and tongue-fuck an asshole, and kiss really well. I learned how to use my own little pussy to please a man. He could fuck, hard, for hours sometimes. I took so many of his wonderful masculine cumloads over the years, I lost count. Once he even invited a friend to join us and I was bitch to both of them. For a young man with gay fantasies of an older dominant man, my time in college was pure heaven. I’ve had lots of men since, but never a relationship as exciting.

By Anonymous

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