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Farm Living (mm:other, 2731 words) [1/6]
Author: Hungry4BigD	Added: Aug 15 2012	Views/Reads: 4591/3369 [73%]	Part vote: 9.80 (15 votes)
Tales about my life on the farm

I had lived on a farm most of my life, and being the only child I felt obligated to move back home, when my mom passed away. She was only 50 years old when she died, on that cold dreary day in February, and my dad was approaching 60 quick. I didn't think my dad would be able to handle all the duties of running the farm, nor did I think he would have enough money to hire a few farm-hands to keep things going. So, I took on most of the chores, and taking care of the fields. While my dad concentrated on taking care of feeding the animals, and showing me how to do the book work, and how to keep the farm financially sound. We never discussed his/their personal bank account. He was a private man, when it came to his own financial matters, but he did let me know he had enough life insurance to pay off the farm, in the event of his death. I never questioned him on the amount, and trusted him to know what he was talking about. The following winter, he passed away due to double pneumonia. It was shocking to find out that my parents had saved over $100,000.00 over the years, and that the Life Insurance was worth half a million dollars. What my dad never told me was that he had actually paid off the farm, when my mom passed away. He kept the mortgage on the books, but was making deposits to the savings account, instead of paying the mortgage. He had more than doubled the savings he kept stashed in a safe deposit box, during the year between their deaths. I found a letter in the safe deposit box along with the money he had been saving, which explained that he wanted me to raise my family on the farm, and teach them everything he had taught me. I was 25 when he died, and had never told either of them about my sexual preference. It's the reason I moved away in the first place. I didn't want to break their hearts, by telling them I was gay, and that they'd never have grandchildren. A few of the farm-hands that they had hired in the past used to let me give them blowjobs. When I was 19, one of the farm hands (Jack) got carried away with his desires, and took my virginity. I can't say he took advantage me, because I never said, "No", and I did let him have his way with me. I did enjoy giving Jack a blow job, because he was a very well-endowed man. His cock had to be at least 9 inches long, and was quite thick. Plus he had low hanging balls that slapped against my chin every time he fucked my mouth. There was something about hearing a man moan with pleasure that drove me insane with lust. After sucking his cock and swallowing his huge load, when Jack pressed me down on the hay bale in the loft and lifted my legs, I didn't question his actions. I thought he was going to show me a new position for using, while giving him another blow job. Feeling his slippery tongue circling and penetrating my virgin opening, was wickedly exciting. Before I knew it he was driving a finger deep inside me. The pain was excruciating, and I whimpered loudly. He quickly brought his face up to mine, and told me to breathe through it, the pain would subside. After a few moments I felt the pain easing, and he began sliding his finger in and out of me. His fingertip was rubbing over something inside my chute that was making my cock grow harder than I ever remembered. I moaned loudly and he told me that he was twiddling my prostate, and he was going to keep pressing that magic button ‘til I begged for more. I didn't believe him, and thought I'd never ask for more... until he slid a 2nd finger inside me, and wiggled both of them around a little. The tips of his fingers were dancing over my prostate, and I moaned like a bitch in heat. I lifted my head up off the bale of hay, and looked down between our chests. I was shocked to see my cock drooling. There was a steady stream of juice flowing from the tip of my cock and dangling down, before dripping onto my tight abs. Jack chuckled and asked if I was ready for more, and I sighed loudly, "Oh God, YES". He smiled and slid a 3rd finger into my tunnel, and I moaned louder than even he expected. He laughed again, and told me I was a hungry little slut. I said, "Yes sir" and laid my head back on the hay bale, to enjoy his ministrations of my magic button. I was really enjoying the sensations he was building up inside me, and could feel my balls tingling, as they prepared to unleash their pent up load. Jack pulled his fingers from my opening, and I felt a sudden emptiness, and begged him to put them back in me. He looked down at me and told me to beg for it, or he'd be on his way. I begged and pleaded with

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