Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2018 13:04:43 +0200 From: DanishDude Subject: Seducing a 40 year old farmer at the age of 12 In Europe there has been a virtual flood wave of cases with men being branded pedophiles. In a lot of the cases, they really deserved what they got - I'm thinking about men abusing small children way too young to be even remotely interested in sex and men using their positions as authoritarian figures to force themselves on youngsters. But there are also loads of instances where it, in my opinion, is completely unfair to talk about abuse. Not so long ago there was a case in the UK where a 14 year old boy had developed quite a healthy appetite for sex and was prowling the internet to hook up with older guys to get fucked - we are talking sex on a daily basis and loads of different grown men. His parents found out and were less than impressed and went to extremes to prevent him from getting what he so obviously craved - they even went so far as to confiscate they boys computer and smartphone and furthermore unsubscribed to their internet connection in the house. The boy then resorted to borrowing computers and smartphones from friends etc. and managed to hook up with men anyway - and these men were then branded as criminals and jailed. I mean come on ... the boy was clearly gagging for it and at 14 you know very well what you are doing so I really fail to see how this could be abuse here. It all reminded me of my own debut - when I was 12. With a 40+ year old man who I seduced. He would have gone straight to jail and that would REALLY have been unfair - not to mention devastating for my sexlife. This is what happened: **************************************************** SEDUCING A 40 YEAR OLD FARMER AT THE AGE OF 12 Those of you who has read my previous installment (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/schoolmates-father) know that I grew up way out in the Danish countryside in the 70'ies and at that time there were neither internet nor porn available. At least not in those parts of Denmark. I hit puberty pretty early and when I reached the age of 12 I was sporting a decent set of cock and balls. Only problem was that I had no clue how to get rid of the serious cases of blue balls I developed frequently. That is until I spend a week with my one year older cousin. He showed how to jerk off and after that revelation I was jerking off as often as possible - sometimes until my cock got sore and my balls were completely drained. My jerk-off fantasies were all about men so early on I realized that I was most likely gay. At first I focused my attention on hot men I saw on the television - Martin Shaw from `The Professionals' figured heavily in my fantasies in his super tight gabardine trousers that showed off quite a bulge. But soon I started paying attention to more accessible men - men in my everyday life like schoolmates, schoolmates' fathers, brothers etc. and soon I zoomed in on single grown men in our neighborhood where I thought it could be within the realms of plausibility that anything could ever happen. One of these men were Peter - a farmer who lived alone on a farm between my parents house and the beach, where I used to go swimming. He was in his early 40'ies with a well-muscled body from hard physical labour, closely cropped hair and light blue eyes. He normally dressed in light brown work trousers and a checkered shirt and there was a nice bulge in the work pants that made him an instant object of desire for my masturbation sessions. Whenever I passed his farm on my way to the beach in the summer, he would wave and smile and I soon began to fantasize about how I could make a move on Peter without making a complete idiot of myself in case he wasn't gay. That's when I came up with the masterplan: I would go to the beach on my own - I normally went with friends - and stop by at Peter's farm and tell him that I forgot to bring something to drink from home and if I could have a glass of water. I know - pretty lame plan but come on! I was 12! The next Sunday morning I set my plan in motion - I got up, showered and put on a pair of really tight, light-blue shorts in shiny satin (it was the 70'ies!) and a tank top. I then got on my bike with just a beach towel and off I went. When I got near Peter's farmhouse I couldn't see him anywhere and I passed the farm with a sinking feeling. I drove a couple of hundred meters past the farm and then turned around and headed back. Still no sign of Peter. Then once more I turned around and drove real slowly past his farm again and bingo - through the gate I could suddenly see Peter walking across the square between the barns. Quickly I went through the gate and stopped the bike and Peter looked surprised at me, smiled and said `hi'. I was getting nervous but managed to deliver the rehearsed speech about the missing water and he smiled and invited me into his kitchen. Once inside his kitchen he got a glass of ice-cold water and handed it to me - and that's when I completely lost my nerve. I didn't know what to do next - apart from drinking the damned water. So I did. Slowly. While my mind went into overdrive about what to do next. Luckily Peter wasn't stupid and he already guessed that this encounter was about something completely different than a glass of water. He stood there smilingly observing me and suddenly he said `that is some really nice looking shorts you are wearing - they look really smooth. Can I feel the fabric?' I could barely move and my heart felt like it was about to burst through my ribcage but somehow I managed to say `yes' and he came over to where I stood, got down onto one knee and let his right hand slowly touch my left hip - his face was right in front of my crotch and the whole thing was really erotic. He didn't say a word but slowly his hand moved from my hip to the front and soon was on my bulge where my cock was now visibly bigger. He looked up at me, smiled and without a word hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down around my ankles leaving my, now hard, cock to spring right out into his face. And then he took it into his mouth. I seriously thought I should pass out - it was the most incredible feeling I had ever had and I didn't want it to stop. But I also wanted to see his cock so I whispered `can I see your willy?'. Peter let go of my cock, got up and said `let's go into the bedroom' and then he led me by the hand through his living room into his bedroom where a big unmade double bed took up most of the space. `I'll just pop into the bathroom - will be right back. Just take your clothes off and go lie on my bed' he said. Clothes?! What clothes? The only thing still on my body was the bloody tank top. I heard the water running in the bathroom and soon after it stopped and I then heard naked feet on the hardwood floor coming towards the bedroom. Peter was now completely naked and the sight of him made my mouth water: he had this hard, muscled body, almost completely without any hair except from a thin trail leading from his navel down to a small patch just above his cock shaft. His balls were almost completely hairless and his thighs too. There was only a small amount of hair on his lower legs and forarms. His feet where sinewy and muscular and looked quite sexy too. And then there was his cock. I hadn't seen a lot of grown men's erections by then but I knew his had to be way above average - it was huge. Today, after having seen quite a lot more hard cocks, it is still in the top 10 of big cocks I have seen. It must have been at least 8" (approx. 20 cm) and thick with a large shiny head that, when he was hard, couldn't be covered by his foreskin. He lay down next to me and the experience of having this hot looking man so close to me made my head spin. I could feel the heat from his body and I had the scent of male in my nostrils - faint but distinct and quite intoxicating. And when he put his arms around me and pulled me to him I was in heaven. He kissed me - first gently, as if to see how I reacted, but when I responded by letting my hands roam all over his back, buttocks and head he became more possessive and I could feel his warm, wet tongue entering my mouth and hear his breathing become more heavy. He then moved so he rested on top of me forcing my legs to spread beneath him and suddenly he started moving downwards while he licked and kissed my chest and nipples. When he reached my stomach his tongue made me moan and whisper `yes, yes, yes ...'. And then he reached my crotch where he once more took my throbbing hard cock into his wet, warm mouth. I closed my eyes and arched my back and suddenly heard myself whispering `can I taste yours too?'. He looked up and smiled at me and then turned around in bed so we were now in the 69 position and I took hold of his massive cock and didn't quite know what to do. He sensed my hesitation, let go of my cock for a brief moment and whispered `just lick the head'. The feeling of his throbbing, thick cock in my slight hand was fantastic and this close, the scent of his crotch was fantastic and really turned my on. I started to lick his cockhead like a lollipop but soon tried to get as much of it into my mouth as I could without hurting him with my teeth. We lay like that for a while, sucking and licking each other, and I was getting really close and suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer but just let go and I came into his mouth which he seemed to like quite a lot. By now I had let go of his cock and he quickly took it in a firm grip and started to masturbate and before long he came hitting me in the face with huge amounts of thick, white cum - I was coming down from my own orgasm but opened my mouth and caught 2-3 spurts of his cum. It tasted slightly salty but not bad at all. Afterwards we just lay there for a while, catching our breaths - the smell of cum filling the air. I didn't quite know what to say but Peter broke the silence: "That was really nice - you are welcome to come over any time you feel like it." I knew I was hooked - Peter had made me feel things I've never tried before. The sensation of having sex as opposed to just jerk off couldn't be compared - I had to come back for more. "Yeah - it was really nice and I will definitely come over again" I said. I sat up in his bed and looked down on him. I felt like I have known him for a very long time and wasn't the least bit shy anymore. I then moved around and lay down next to him and he turned onto his side and let his left hand caress my chest and tummy. I could feel his, now soft, cock touch my thigh. "Let me get this" he said as he discovered some of his cum drying on my chin. He then continued to use part of the duvet cover to dry me off. "Have you never been with another guy before?" he asked. "No - just been playing around with some of my schoolmates but we never did this" I answered. "Oh ... there is much more we can do - things that I'm sure you'll like a lot" he replied. "Ok - like what?" I asked. "You know what? I have some magazines with guys doing stuff with each other - we can look through them and see if there is something you would like to try out." he said and began getting out of the bed with his big cock swinging between his legs. He went to a chest of drawers between the two windows and opened the bottom drawer. When he turned back towards the bed he held a stack of magazines in his hand that he tossed onto the bed. I instantly felt the familiar tingling sensation between my legs - on the cover of all of them were men in various stages of nakedness. He threw himself next to me and started opening the top magazine. We soon arrived at a series of images depicting two hot looking guys - one of them was sitting on a couch kind of slumped down so he was almost lying down, his legs firmly planted on the floor but with the feet apart so you could see right up into his crotch. The other guy was straddling him face forward riding his thick cock and they both had a look on their faces like they were in another world. "Would you like to try that out?" Peter asked. "Looks really hot" I replied. "Have you ever played with your ass before" he then asked. "Yeah - I played around with a candle some" and then I continued "but it can get a bit messy". "You just need to clean out your ass first - that's easy" he said "follow me". We both got up from the bed and I followed him to the bathroom. Once there he opened a small cabinet and took out what looked like a big plastic syringe. "It's quite simple" he started "you just fill up this syringe with lukewarm water - insert the small nozzle in your ass and gently push the water up and into your ass. Then you keep it there for a few seconds and go sit on the toilet and let it out.". "You do this until the water that comes out is completely clear and you are ready" he continued. "Do you want me to show you?" he then asked. "Yeah" I said - slightly uncomfortable. He then filled the plastic syringe with water and asked me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. I then felt a slight push as he entered the nozzle just inside my ass and then he began to empty the syringe. It didn't feel comfortable at all - at the end I felt a slight pressure being build up but then he stopped - all the water had gone up there. "Now keep it there for a few seconds and then go sit on the toilet and let it out" he explained. After having repeated this procedure 4 times the water was clear and we went back to the bedroom - I couldn't help notice that Peter's cock had swelled slightly from the whole ass-cleaning exercise. We lay down next to each other and Peter pulled over the magazine again and started flipping through the pages. I was getting really horny again and started touching Peter's cock that soon stood at full mast again. He then pushed away the magazines and took me into his arms and started kissing me again "we need to get you ready for my cock" he whispered "come sit on my face". First I thought I heard him wrong - sit on his face?!? But then he continued "we need to get your asshole wet and open" he whispered "you'll like it". I stood up in Peter's bed and placed a foot on each side of his head and started to lower my ass towards his face. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pulled me closer - and then I felt it! His wet, warm tongue entered my ass. Once more I was feeling an emotion that I have never imagined. First it was slightly odd but then a warm, tingling sensation took hold and I started to moan play with my cock that was now completely hard again. Peter's cock was also rockhard by now and a clear drop of precum was coming out of his piss-slit - and he was really going to town on my ass with his tongue. After quite a while of this I was so horned up that I had to be really careful not to blow my load again before the real fun had begun but eventually Peter pushed me slightly upwards and whispered "turn around and sit on my cock - that way you can control the speed". I turned around and shuffled downwards until I was poised above his big cock. "Push slightly outwards when you feel my cockhead at your entrance - that will open your hole" he guided. My asshole was wet and slippery and slightly open from Peter's rimming session and I was so horned up that I just pushed down until his big cockhead popped through my sphincter. There was a quick sharp pain - but it wasn't too bad and it quickly faded away. At the time I didn't know this, but apparently I'm so fortunate that my ass can accommodate quite some cock without me feeling uncomfortable - later in life I realized how lucky I am. Once the pain had gone I started to slide down on his thick shaft and soon I rested on his groin his entire cock buried in my ass. Peter's eyes were closed and he was breathing rather heavily and I felt like I was completely and utterly stuffed with cock. It was the most amazing feeling and my own cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. "Try moving up and down" Peter whispered now with his eyes opened again and looking down between my legs where he could see his big cock disappearing into my ass - he really needed to restrain himself from cumming there and then. I leaned forward, resting my hands on Peter's chest and began moving my ass up and down and the sensation of his thick cock that slided in and out of my ass was incredible. I picked up speed and soon was lost for the world - all I could focus on was his big cock in my ass and the way it made me feel. Suddenly I felt a new sensation - it was like a tickle inside my ass that got stronger and stronger and moved outwards and without warning I felt like I exploded from the inside and my cock came and came all over Peter's chest without me even touching it. The motion this massive orgasm created in my ass pushed Peter over the edge and he lost all control and just took hold of my hips and gave me 4-5 powerful thrusts while he came deep inside my ass while he almost screamed in ecstasy. He kept coming for a little while and then I collapsed on top of him - his cock still buried in my ass. We just lay there heaving trying to grasp what had just happened totally spend. Finally Peter's cock plopped out of my ass and we just lay waiting for our breath to return to normal. I moved sideways and collapsed next to Peter and just lay there enjoying the afterglow. This time I spoke first "That was incredible" was all I could muster. "Neither has I" Peter replied "that was without doubt the best sex I've ever had". His comment made me feel proud - me, a 12 year old boy, could make a grown man feel that way. A little later I got up and out of the bed and that's when I felt his cum running down the inside of my thigh - I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and then back and got dressed. "As I said earlier - you are welcome anytime" Peter said, still lying naked on the bed, his head popped up on a pillow. "I will - you can be sure of it" I replied before getting back out on my bike and continue to the beach. I continued to see Peter until I left home at 19 and by then there wasn't much we haven't tried. It turned out he wasn't living completely as a monk - every second month he took the train to Copenhagen where he went to a gay sauna and he also had some gay friends in the city that he played around with - friends that I also got to know quite intimately.