Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2017 01:09:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Discoveries - Chapter 2

Discoveries - Chapter 2 - Farm Boys

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This story will include descriptions of acts between adults and youths.
Every person portrayed in this story exists only in a fictional world.

I bought the land in the panic shortly after the financial crisis of
2008. People were hurting and values were dropping by the week. After a
couple of years working over in hot, sandy, alcohol free type countries I
had a reasonably large amount of cash sitting doing nothing in accounts. My
Accountant suggested I buy cheap and sit on it for a few years, then make a
big profit when things recovered. So here I was with seven acres, now
overgrown, sitting doing nothing. I had bought it from a farmer who saw it
as a better alternative than tying himself in more debt to keep his head
above water. As farmland it was the poorest part of his holdings and you
could describe it as a dog leg off the rest of the farm. One thing it did
have was a lake, or a pond to be more accurate, and part of the agreement
included me allowing the former owners to keep fishing rights for as long
as it remained undeveloped. But as the years passed the idea grew that I
should build a nice house, and possibly later another for my grown up
daughter and live on the land myself. I had spent a lot of free time up on
the property over the last months, I dragged a caravan up one weekend and
wandered around over the summer months planning in my mind the things I
would need to do to make it practical. With the background I had in
engineering there was little I wouldn't be able to do, but I would still be
looking at two to three years work before I got to the stage of actually
having a habitable building.

But I suppose I should stop waffling on and get to the point of this little
tale. It was during one of my regular wanders around with Jack (he's my
Jack Russell terrier by the way) that I stopped for a break, which sounds a
lot better than a sit down and a cig, by the pond. I noticed there was a
lot of litter lying around, even though I had dropped an old oil drum there
for rubbish. Taking a bit of time to pick it up and dispose of it I pretty
much instantly recognised a familiar pale yellow stain on a piece of
kitchen towel for what it was. After throwing thousands of wank tissues
away in my time the evidence couldn't be mistaken for anything else. This
was more than interesting, one of the mental minus points I had marked off
was that I would be restricting myself to any available cock once I moved
up here. The only people who should be using the pond were the people from
the neighbouring farm. And the only people who I had ever seen using it
were the teenage sons of the farmer. It was mostly open surrounding the
pond, and I had little hope of approaching without being seen, that was
also a likely reason for whoever was knocking one out feeling safe enough
to do so in the first place. There was only a couple of trees dotted around
the pond banks. I continued my walk with Jack pondering on the situation.

It was a youtube nature video I was watching later that evening that gave
me the answer. A camouflaged camera capturing footage of deer drinking at a
watering hole. Straight away I was on to websites looking at various kinds,
and after a little bit of comparing I ordered a couple of mini cams that
were motion activated and had a little solar panel that kept them trickle
charged. The downside was going to be the six days until the estimated
delivery date. It took a conscious effort for me to avoid the pond while I
was waiting for the goodies to arrive, but luckily I had business to deal
with that meant being away for most of the daytime for two or three of
those days. When the cameras eventually arrived I spent most of the day
making sure I had all the settings worked out and positioned them around so
I got an idea of how they should be best placed and be as invisible as
possible to people, not something the manufacturers had taken into account
I'll bet. I could hear in the distance the sounds of farm machinery so I
knew the chances of anyone being at the pond fishing on a workday were
slight. Putting together a little bag of ties and fixings I made my way
over to the pond. It took me about an hour or so to finally decide where I
should place the cameras. I had bought three, and set them to give as much
cover as I could on one particular place where there was most signs of it
being used. It was all down to luck and weather now.

This next part comes around a week later so it should probably be a sort of
part two of my little saga. I wandered down and swapped the memory cards
out of the cameras, and spent that evening going through the captured
footage. Now I have absolutely no interest in fishing, I imagined it would
be something like the proverbial watching paint dry. Let me tell you,
watching somebody else fishing is ten times worse. The clips of video
started with the arrival of the two brothers from the farm. I had seen them
around, but mostly from a distance as they worked in the nearest fields to
the common boundary fence. They were about sixteen and nineteen I
estimated, and, as I later found out, the elder was away at a farming
college and only home at weekends. The only saving grace from the mind
numbing was that I had a really good view from one camera I had set up in
one of the trees, so I didn't need to watch video from the other two memory
cards. I had put large 32 Gigabyte cards in, and set the cameras on a low
resolution so as not to have giant files that would fill up the cards
quickly. After about two hours they left off from fishing and the fun
began. I'm not going to describe what was essentially average quality film,
that incident is not really the point of this tale. It was enough to know
those two brothers loved each other biblically as well as
fraternally. Living here had immediately become much more an attractive
proposition now that I knew I had two good looking, horny lads living on my
doorstep, despite the fact that I hadn't even got a doorstep built yet.

A few months before any of this came about I had bought some farm equipment
at auction, I wasn't considering going into the growing business myself,
but I did have a lot of overgrown land to clear. I worked out it would be
far better to buy and then resell once the work was done as opposed to
throwing money away to hire equipment. I started to take in the pond area
when I was doing my regular walks with Jack. I knew that soon enough I
would come across them while they were fishing, it did seem to be their
favourite pastime. Well that's probably not true, fucking each other was
their favourite, but the fishing was what made that possible I'd say. Sure
enough one day I did as well, making my approach with lots of whistles and
shouting for the dog to come to me. His doggy brain must have been baffled
wondering why I was calling him when he was right beside me, but I didn't
want to surprise them in flagrante. After greeting the boys, and spending
some time chatting to them about fishing, and how far I had got with my
building I turned to the hook I was casting. I mentioned I had that farm
equipment and I asked if one of them could come over one evening and take a
look over it and point out anything they could see that needed servicing or
repairing. I pretty much hoped it would be the younger of the two. I saw
him as being the most likely I could approach and let him know that I knew
their secret. We made a loose arrangement for him to show up on either
Monday or Tuesday evening. After we had dealt with that I let them know I
was going over to my house for the next day or so and wouldn't be up here
at my caravan. I left them knowing I wasn't around and it was safe for them
to get naked

Arriving back mid-morning on the Monday I got stuck into the final marking
out of my septic tank system. I wasn't doing all this to play act like some
mad apocalypse prepper, I want all my home comforts, so proper plumbing was
just an essential for me. In my opinion shit should drop with a splash not
a thud, so no compost or cassette things for me thank you! Around 5 pm I
broke off and went to get cleaned up in case one of the boys turned up that
night. About an hour or so later I heard the unmistakeable noise of a dirt
bike coming nearer, and soon enough the younger boy turned up at the
clearing where I had the caravan. I went out to meet him and the first
thing I did was to stuff a twenty pound note in his shirt pocket for his
time. Young lads are always glad of an extra bit of cash and his protests
were half-hearted at most. It was summer so the light was good for an hour
or so yet and we went through most of the equipment reasonably quickly and
earmarked off the things he said should be connected up and tried out
working to make sure. He was pretty knowledgeable as well, the things he
noticed were much in line with what I had already decided, and I kept it at
the back of my mind to find out more about his work situation at home. I
had an idea he could be a useful worker when I got further into my project,
and I would probably be paying him a lot better than he got from his
parents for working on the farm. I decided to hit him with me knowing their
little secret in one bang and see what the reaction was.

"I got my answer to who's been fishing on the lake" I said to him.

He looked at me with interest and I went on. "Turns out nobody else has
been up there. I stuck a couple of cameras up to catch them in the act, and
nobody but you two were on the film."

It took a few seconds for the realisation to sink in that their antics had
been filmed, his face coloured up like a polished tomato.

"Don't be panicking, I've re-formatted the cards and nobody else saw what
was on them except me, and I'm not going to be saying anything to
anybody. I'm a gay man myself and you two are just having the same fun as I
love to have."

I wanted him to know from the start he was under no threat, and I wasn't
judging them for playing around as most of us did when we were
teenagers. But it took a little more time before he let himself believe I
was genuine with my promise and his world wasn't suddenly crashing down
around him. I told him to come on in to the caravan and have a drink, he
still looked a bit shaky and I didn't want him riding off with his thoughts
in a whirl. I'd noticed he hadn't bothered with a helmet with being just on
fields coming over to mine, if he took a tumble by not concentrating he
could hurt himself badly. When we were sat in the van and had a cold drink
in front of us I launched into telling him of a few of my own antics I had
got up to with school friends back when I was his age. It was all made up
and mostly stuff I had read in nifty stories over the years, but I wanted
to put myself in an equal position to him in his mind.

As I finished off one tale I scribbled my phone number on a post it note
and passed it over to him. "I guess it's unlikely with me being a lot older
but if you ever want to come over and hang out and even have a little fun
together I was once voted the best cocksucker in town by a gang of mates I
used to meet up with." I just let that offer hang in the air between us and
I made no move to let him know I was aching to get into his pants.

"You mean you'd do it with me?" He asked

"If you put all the cock I've sucked in my life end to end there would be
enough to put a fence around your whole farm. And after that much practice
I'm pretty fucking good at it"

I pointed towards my own phone sitting on the table and told him I hadn't
seen many in this area who were on Grindr, the closest was about 4 miles
away, and not my type. And that was why I had gone off to my proper home
over the weekend, to hook up with a couple of guys if I was lucky enough. I
knew I had his interest when he asked if I had done, and actually I had. I
met up with a lad I've been with plenty of times before.

"I need to go for a piss, can I use it?" He asked, and I pointed him
towards the tiny toilet and shower in the caravan. I heard the water pump
going when he had finished, it was a 50-50 chance he had been washing his
cock as well. When he returned I saw he hadn't zipped up his jeans. I'd
started off by being direct so I thought I may as well carry on being the
same.

"If you left your zip down for me all you need to do now is pop that top
button open." His hand hovered for a second or two, he must have found that
tiny bit of extra courage for he then put his hand to his waist, paused
fractionally then undid the button.



I slid forward on the chair and off onto my knees in front of him. His legs
were still together and I opened the two sides of his jeans, pulled down on
the waistband and told him to lift himself up so I could slip them
down. Catching his underpants as well in one movement I brought his cock
into full sight in one single movement. There's a time and a place for
patience and teasing, this wasn't going to be one of those times. A nest of
light brown hair crowned a nice sized 4 to 5 inches of sweet meat, with the
first thickening of an erection, but still soft enough to lie down on his
balls underneath. Bending forward I ran my tongue from the base to the skin
covered end and smoothly took it all into my mouth and held it deep without
moving. I love the feel of a cock going from soft to hard in my mouth,
getting to one still soft was an added bonus for me when that worked
out. Slowly I pulled back until just the tip was on my tongue then pulled
back the skin to uncover his glans in my mouth. He was quickly getting to
full hardness and I went down again to have the full length in my
mouth. Taking him from my mouth I licked up and down the rigid shaft and
around his cockhead. He had grown to a pretty impressive 7 inches I
estimated, and if I was being honest a fair bit thicker than my own
cock. As I started to move up and down on his cock in earnest he pushed
upwards to cram in as far as he could. This gave me the opportunity to pull
his jeans down past his knees, and hook off his trainers. After a bit of
fumbling I managed to get one off and pulled the leg of his jeans off over
his foot. Spreading his legs apart now gave me much more access to his
balls as well. On his next thrust I got one hand underneath him and felt
the muscles in his cheeks taut inside my grip. With the other hand I felt
for the catch on the outside of the armchair that dropped it back into a
reclining position. I could feel the light delicateness of his early juice
in my mouth. So similar, but at the same time so different, from proper
semen, the aperitif before the exquisite main course for me. My own cock
was straining against my underwear squashed as I was kneeling in front of
him. It didn't matter to me though, first time with any young guy I just
concentrate on making it all about him getting off. I didn't know his
boundaries, and wasn't about to find them by pushing too far with
something. I wanted him to know he was never going to feel he had no
control over what was happening, I knew from experience that building that
trust paid big dividends in the future. And if he wanted my cock he would
ask, or give me a clue in some way.

Lifting his legs I put one on each arm of the chair to give myself a full
meal of his lovely cock and his tight, full balls. I worked my lips over
him, spreading the mix of my saliva and his juice and rubbed my face all
over the delicious feast before me. But me, being totally cock hungry as
always couldn't keep from going back to his cock, opening wide and sinking
myself down on it until I felt his balls on my bottom lip. Sucking hard on
his throbbing cock I set to working that beauty until he had drained it all
into my mouth. His hands were now holding my head as I moved up and down,
never releasing the suction on him, and every time the hot head of his cock
came within reach of my tongue I ran it under and around the ridge on that
so sensitive spot. I heard him say he was near so I released him from my
mouth and squeezed firmly on the base of his cock with a couple of fingers
and took his balls in my mouth and gently suckled them until I felt him go
off the edge. When I judged it safe I went back to his throbbing cock head
and licked him on that magic spot again until I felt his body tensing
again. I took his cock in my mouth again and slowly sucked on his cock
again. It was going into spasm in my mouth and I did my best to stop him
thrusting in and fucking my mouth. I kept the motion at a constant rate, I
wanted the moment of orgasm to build up on him steadily without him
hastening its arrival. I don't know if it was seconds or minutes before he
started telling me again. Each time he said it I tried to slow down
slightly to keep him on that edge for as long as possible. I could taste
the first dribble of cum as it filled his cock. With a loud cry he jacked
his body straight on the chair, I could tell the moment was on him and had
tensed myself so he didn't jerk out of my mouth. The first blast of hot cum
hit my mouth and I gulped it down. Drawing back I felt another, then
another spilling hard onto my tongue and filling my mouth. Hot sweet nectar
of a teenage boy, there is no better feeling in all the world is there. My
mouth, tight around his cock was full of his cum and I savoured the taste
before swallowing it greedily down. I sucked on the opening to pull every
last bit from him, then held him in my mouth still and licking until there
was no more for me to taste.

Looking upwards to him I saw his head thrown back I could see his eyes
squeezed tightly shut. We both stayed in that position for some time until
his breathing returned to normal.  He opened his eyes and looked down to
me. I grinned at him and licked my lips.

"Am I the best cocksucker in this town as well?" I asked him.

"I've never cum in someone's mouth. Mark won't do that" He told me. I
laughed and said "So that's your brother's name. And what's even madder is
that I don't even know your name, you never told me." I eased my cramped
body up and leaned back towards the table, grabbed a box of tissues and
pulled a load of them out to dry him off. As I stood up he noticed my own
erection pushing outwards, seeing his look I told him my cock didn't matter
this time. Tonight was all about him getting off and not a case of just sex
for me, further reinforcing the idea he was not just being used by an older
man. I wanted him as a regular visitor here, and accompanied by his brother
for a threesome if possible.

We sat and talked for a little while before he said he should be getting
back home, his parents would be expecting him soon. We walked out together
and I told him to come back any time he wanted, sex might not be on the
menu every time if I was busy working, but we can always arrange a time for
him to pop over with his balls full. Sitting astride his bike he pressed
the starter and kicked it off his stand.

"It will only be in the evenings, I'm in school during the day."

"School! How old are you?" I managed to splutter at him

"I'm fifteen." He said with a grin, released the clutch and set off with
the back wheel spinning.