Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 12:08:53 -0000 From: "Tim.Chandler" Subject: A Cycle ride in the English Countryside (Chapter 3) A cycle ride in the English countryside (Chapter 3) A note from the author. Thank you for all your encouraging e-mail messages. This has been my first attempt at putting some thoughts down on paper and it is satisfying that my words are appreciated. Please send me any further comments. Most of you liked the part of the story when little John impaled himself on my impressive cock, and I am sure that he will reappear in later chapters. However, in this chapter I want to develop the relationship between myself, Paul and his father Edward. This will give some credence to the situation, and will allow me to explore the delights of Ben and John at a later date. The story continues... We put my bike onto the open trailer, and Ben, John and I climbed onto the back and sat on a couple of straw bales. Paul climbed onto the front of the tractor to sit with his father. It was an old Massy Fergerson tractor with no cab, so Paul sat on one the large mud guards and supported himself by putting an affectionate arm on his father's shoulders. As we were bounced around in the trailer I had time to admire their backs; Edward was well muscled, but overly so. I could see his sinews stretching as he wrestled with the steering wheel. Paul much slimmer and trimmer than his father was just beginning to show signs of developing his father's physique. With the noise of the tractor I could not here what they were saying but they were chatting happily and smiling at each other. This sight was turning me on again, and my penis started to slide down my baggy shorts, and although not fully erect, the head was just visible at the leg of my shorts. John who had been watching me watching the couple on the tractor, giggled, scooted across and sat on the bale next to me and boldly put his hand on the outline of my cock. "Can we see you again" he whispered as he gently stroked my growing member. "I don't know John" was my honest response. I could not foresee at this moment how it would be possible to arrange another encounter with these beautiful boys. "I hope so" I said wistfully. "So do I, Oh so do I" he whispered back and gave me another squeeze. "What are you two whispering about" called Edward, without turning round. "Discussing the state of the English cricket team" was my quick reply. "Oh yer" he said turning slightly and smiling at me. We reached a corner of a field and on Paul's instruction Edward brought the tractor to a halt. This is where the boys had earlier in the day changed out of their school uniforms and into shorts and T shirts. John gave me another squeeze and said "See you Tim, and thanks". I gave him a peck on the cheek, "See you love", and to Ben, who was looking a little crestfallen, "See you Ben, your turn next time" His eyes lit up "OK, see yer" he said and they both jumped off the back of the trailer. Paul grabbed his school bag and chucked on the back of the trailer and climbed up and sat next to me. As Edward drove off we both watched as Ben and John stripped out of their shorts and started to dress in their school uniforms in a vain attempt to convince their parents that they had had a normal day at school. The sight of them naked again made my cock swell, Paul was watching me and not the boys, "Don't worry you will see them again" he whispered in my ear as he gently stroked my growing member through my shorts. Ben and John lived in a small cottage on Edward's estate. Their mother cleaned and occasionally cooked for Edward and Paul, and their father tended the grounds and was the general handyman. We will come back to Ben and John later. Edward pulled the tractor through the impressive wrought iron gates and onto the drive which led to the house. The drive was lined with poplar horse chestnut trees and the early evening sun made the whole scene most attractive. I couldn't wait to see the house. I do not know what I was expecting, some great mansion with a hundred rooms maybe. The house came into view, it was an imposing stone building with, at a guess, ten bedrooms, a stable block and several other outbuildings. In olden times the house would have been staffed by about twenty people, today Edward and Paul lived here alone. Edward pulled up in the yard, "Put you bike in that shed" pointing to an outhouse, "and come into the house". I lifted my bike down wheeled it into the outhouse and followed Paul and his father towards the house. We entered into a very large kitchen, with a stone floor, and aga against one wall and a large rough wooden table in the middle, in one corner of the kitchen were two arm chairs a television, VCR and Hi Fi. "we live most of out lives in this room", Edward explained as I looked around. "It is very cosy", I replied. "Tim it looks like you need a shower", I was sure he could see Paul's and Ben's dried come on my arms and face, "Paul will show you the way, Paul find Tim a sweatshirt and some trousers to put on. Then come back here - we need a little chat.". Paul showed me to the bathroom, got me a fresh towel, and went to find me some clean clothes. When he returned I was naked and trying to get to grips with the Victorian plumbing. "let me help you" he said, and came over and adjusted the controls. I stepped under the powerful stream of hot water, Paul stood silently watching me rub hot water into my body, becoming slowly aroused, "Paul" was shouted from somewhere below, he shrugged, turned and left for his little chat. I luxuriated under the hot shower for ages, gently soaping myself all over thinking about all that had happened over the last three hours, but also wondering what Edward's little chat with Paul was about. I found out later the Edward was disappointed in Paul that he had not been to school. Paul was not doing well at school and his father was very concerned that he would not get the necessary qualifications for the course in estate management that he wanted Paul to do. I dried myself and dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and track suit trousers that Paul had found me. He had not left me any underwear, I felt very comfortable wearing Edward's clothes even though he was bigger than me I liked to wear loose clothing. I ventured downstairs with some trepidation wondering what the little chat had been about. But I heard laughter so I assumed that all was well and walked confidently into the kitchen. "Suits you, Sir" they said in unison (a very English joke I am afraid) and burst out laughing. Edward was preparing vegetables to go with the steak and kidney pie Mrs Farrier, (Ben and John's mother) had left on the bottom oven of the aga. "I'll finish those", I said, "you both need a shower, the water is lovely". "Thanks Tim, come on Paul lets get nice and clean for our guest". Being early summer there some new potatoes which I scrubbed and put on to boil. I found some fresh parsley in the kitchen garden, washed and chopped it ready to garnish the potatoes. I cut some carrots into batons, crushed a clove of garlic put them in a heavy cast iron pan to cook slowly on the cooler of the two rings. I washed and chopped some broccoli ready to steam it. I set the table and waited for Edward and Paul to return from the shower. They come in both looking slightly flushed, I learnt later that Edward had fucked his son in the shower. I completed the vegetables and put them on the table. Edward opened a bottle of claret and we eat a hearty meal. "Great vegetables", Edward said, I explained that I had lived alone for some time and was fairly adept in the kitchen. While we ate Edward described some of the family history. They could trace the family back to Norman times and had been given the estate by the king after the monarchy was restored after Cromwell. In those times the estate covered half of southern Shropshire and the house had a staff of over fifty. Until three years ago Edward lived here with his wife, Clare, who was tragically killed in a car crash. Paul had been away at boarding school and had been most of his life. Until Clare's death Edward hardly knew his son. Paul had been sent to prep school at eight years old and apart from holidays had hardly been at home since. Paul was taken out of boarding school primarily to provide companionship to Edward and being an only son to learn about the estate. They had become very close over the last three years. One day soon after Paul had been initiated in the joys of boy-boy sex by Ben, Paul walked into his father's bedroom to find him masturbating vigorously. Paul stood in the door watching in wonder. Edward did not see his twelve year old son, he had his eyes closed as he stroked his nine inches of prime beef. He started to come and covered his belly with the fruit of his loins. Paul had never seen so much come in his life. Ben did not come yet, and Paul was still only producing small amounts. It was then Edward opening his eyes saw Paul watching him. He smiled, "I was just thinking about you", he said. "You made all that thinking about me" Paul said, walking into the room. "Yes my son, I think about you a lot, since Clare died all my sexual longings have been directed at you.". "Why didn't you tell me, I thought we could talk about anything", Paul said and walked over to his father and gave him a big hug. From there the relationship developed into a sexual one and they had shared a bed for the last two years. You can imagine what this story was doing to me, and I was now sporting a massive erection, tenting out in the track suit bottoms I was wearing. I don't think either Paul or his father noticed as we were sat at the table and it was out of their eyesight. "So", Edward said looking at Paul "what have you been up to today". Paul then started to give a graphic account of the days activities. How him, Ben and John and planned their day off school, planning to go to their favourite pool to play their friendly sex games. how they had encountered me, how he had teased me. He then described what went on behind the hawthorn bush that I could not see from my prone position on the bank. How he had sucked Ben off, and little John had give him a blow job. How he had left Ben fucking John to come and find me. How he had sucked me off and then rimmed and fucked me. Imagine my embarrassment at this tale. Edward was obviously enjoying the story and was openly stoking his erection through his cords. Paul then described how I had suck off Ben, and how I had rimmed little John's perfect twelve year old but, and how Ben and he had sucked me off, sharing my come with John. At this point Edward unzipped his cords, took out his massive prick, and started to stoke himself. Paul then went on to describe how little John had so valiantly lowered himself onto my cock making me come deep inside him. We were all pretty worked up by this tale. Edward was slowly stroking his impressive nine inches, Paul's six inches were tenting out his loose trousers and my cock was straining for release in the track suit trousers I was wearing. "I think dessert can wait", Paul said, "Tim, I want you to suck my father's cock". I looked at Edward, He smiled in assent at his son's request and wiggled his cock in my direction. I stood up from the table, rearranged myself and walked round to the head of the table where Edward sat. He pulled his chair back to give me room and I knelt between his legs and gently began to massage his balls as he continued to stroke himself. I started to roll my tongue around the large purple head, darting it into his slit. I have sucked many cocks in my time but this one standing before me now was the most beautiful I had ever seen, perfectly proportioned a good nine inches long, thick and rock hard. I took the head into my mouth. Edward gasped as I slowly took more and more of his cock into his mouth, there was no way I could take more than about six inches, so I concentrated on the head. Paul, who had been watching all this from his seat at the table, stood up and walked over to us, he kissed his father on the lips and whispered, "I told you he was good". They kissed long and hard as I continued to energetically work on Edward's wonderful cock head. Paul broke the kiss, and knelt down next to me, "I want to fuck you again", he whispered into my ear. As I continued sucking as much of his father's cock as I could manage, Paul this gorgeous fifteen year old boy slipped his hand inside the back of my track suit and started to massage the entrance to my hole. I felt, that now familiar finger, enter me and start to massage my prostrate. Paul got behind me, carefully lowered my track suit bottoms to my knees and positioned his cock head at the entrance to my hole. With a single long, slow thrust he inserted his full six inches into me and held it there. Edward shifted position so that he could watch over my shoulder as his son slowly fucked me. I could tell Edward was getting very close, and redoubled my efforts on his cock. Paul was careful not to upset my rhythm and continued to fuck me slowly. As Edward started to come, he let out a large grunt and filled my mouth and throat with his come. This set Paul off and he was filling my insides with his boy juice. Paul, still inside me turned my head and kissed me long and hard, we shared his father's come which was still in my mouth. Paul's hand went to my cock and with only a couple of strokes brought me to a memorable climax, which sprayed all over the three of us. We retired to the arm chairs and collapsed exhausted. I sat in one and Edward sat in the other. As there were only two chairs, Paul had to make a decision. He chose his father, sat on his knee and put an arm around his shoulder. I sat quietly watching this beautiful man and his gorgeous son as they sat arms entwined, obviously very much in love and at ease with each other. The silence was long and very contented. "You now know all about us", Edward said eventually to me, "tell us something about yourself". I gave them a potted history of my life, my time at school, my time at university, the sports I played and the various IT jobs I had had since graduating. I told them about my cosy flat in Shrewsbury, and about my pride and joy, my MG sports car. I told them a little about the loves of my life, without any graphic details. Edward listened intently to my verbal curriculum vitae and when I had finished said, "Tim, I have a proposition to put to you, Paul is doing badly at school, he does not concentrate, and will fail his GCSEs if he is not careful.". Paul looked very hurt, and said, "I'm doing OK". "No your not", his father continued, " if you carry on like this you will not get into college and I will have no-one to take over the running of the estate. Tim, Paul needs a full time tutor, are you interested?". Paul's eyes lit up, "you mean you want Tim to come and live with us?" he said to his father. "Yes, if he wants to". "Oh please do, Tim, we will have such fun". Paul said pleadingly. I was struck dumb, I had a good job, a nice flat and a flashy car and was being asked to give all this up to become a teacher. "This is going to take a lot of thought", I said eventually. "I'll make some coffee, while you think about it", Edward said disentangling himself from Paul and moving away to the other side of the vast kitchen. Paul jumped up ran across to me and dropped down onto my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Think about it Tim", he pleaded, "think about me, my dad, think about Ben and John, think about the fun we could have". I had completely forgotten about fourteen year old Ben and his twelve year old brother and our earlier encounter, my prick gave a little flicker as I thought about John's perfect ass and how I had invaded it. "I'm thinking, I'm thinking" I said as I gently stroked his nipple through his T shirt. Edward returned with the coffee, "Well", he said. "It is a very inviting offer", I said, "but there are several questions I need answering before I can make such an important decision". "OK, shoot", Edward said. "I have a mortgage, a bank loan for my car, a large overdraft to support my lifestyle and a good job that keeps me in the way I have become accustomed to, Stop it Paul I am trying to concentrate", while I had been talked Paul had been fondling my balls and gently stroking me to erection. "But I want you to come and live with us", Paul said pleadingly. "I know you do", I said, "but that raises another question, you and your father obviously have a very close and special relationship, anyone coming into this situation could cause friction and disrupt the equilibrium" Edward thought for a moment and said "Firstly, on the financial side, I cannot pay you a lot, but I will clear your debts, you can let your flat, the car will have to go I am afraid, but you will have free use of my Range Rover, as far as breaking up our perfect, if strange, personal arrangements I think we both know enough about you to know that you will enhance our relationship not diminish it, don't you think so Paul". "Oh yes" Paul said, "I really want you to come and live with us, Tim". "OK", I said, "but Paul will still go to school, what do I do with my days". Edward replied "You can help me on the farm, there are one thousand and one things that have been put off for lack of manpower". Paul squeezed my rather puny arms, "You could do with some muscles", he said with a grin. "Let me sleep on it", I said, "it is a very inviting offer, but I do need time to think through my options". "Fair enough, Tim, Paul show Tim to the guest bedroom and make sure he is comfortable". Paul grabbed me by the hand, "Come on, its this way". We entered a comfortable bedroom, sparsely but tastefully decorated, with a large double bed against the window which looked out over the South Shrophire hills. Paul, still holding my hand pulled me towards him, kissed me on the mouth and said, "do you want any help making your decision" as he put his other hand on my growing cock through the track suit trousers. "No", I said pushing him away, "I really need to think about this on my own". He pecked me on the cheek, said "OK" and left, closing the door behind him. I spent a restless night weighing up the pros and cons of Edward's offer. The thought of Edward and his son sleeping together in the next bedroom and the thought of little Ben and John tucked up safely in their shared room and finally the thought of my cosy but empty flat in Shrewsbury, brought me to the conclusion that it was an offer I could not refuse. I awoke early to the sound of the dawn chorus, something I never heard in my town centre flat. It always gave me a lift hearing the happy chirping of birds in the morning and brought back memories of my youth. I dressed, putting on my dirty baggy shorts and T shirt I had worn for my cycle ride the previous day and headed for the kitchen. As I came down the stairs I could here animated conversation coming from the kitchen, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, to listen to what was being said. "You know I love you, " Paul was saying, "and that will never change. But Tim could be a good friend to both of us, he could help you with the farm, and I certainly need help with my school work, he seems very intelligent." "You are right Paul" his father responded, "Tim would be a great asset to us, I would also like him to assist Ben and John with their school work. They need it more than you do, If Tim agrees to come, then I will talk to Farrier about the extra lessons that Tim can provide, I am sure he will agree as he wants his sons to do well at school and in life". With the thought of teaching Ben and John in addition to Paul, I entered the kitchen, my penis responding to those thoughts. "Hi", they said in unison, "sleep well". Paul walked over to me pecked me on the cheek, "Well", he said, "have you made a decision". Edward poured me a coffee, brought it over and said, "We have been thinking about this as well, and we would really like it if you would accept my offer". "OK", I said you are on, "but I need to get back to Shrewsbury, to make some arrangements. This will take a few days, is that OK". They both gave me a big hug, "Wait till I tell Ben and John, they will be so excited." Paul said. "OK", said Edward, "but do not mention the extra lessons, I need to speak to their father first. Now, go and get ready for school, you are definitely going today." he said with a smile. "OK, OK", Paul said reluctantly, he did look very sexy in his school unform, as he left the kitchen to gather his books. "I am very glad you have made this decision, Tim. I know it will be a major change to your lifestyle, but we will both try to make you very happy here". And with that Edward gave me an affectionate hug. I collected my things together walked out into the yard with Edward, mounted my bike and said, "I will be in touch in a day or so when I have made the necessary arrangements, see you soon.", and started off down the drive. To Be Continued......