Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2021 15:26:33 +1200
From: Ben Highlander <landingben@gmail.com>
Subject: Unexpected Pleasure 6 - I Fuck a Farmer

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This is a story about the developing romance between a straight man, a
10-year- old boy and the boy's father. If you object to male on male, or
male on boy, or dad on son sex, please don't read the story. The people
in this story are fictional, and the events do not represent or describe
anything that has happened to me in my life. I don't approve of or
endorse any relationship of a romantic or sexual nature between men and
boys, and if I met somebody that was pursuing such a relationship, I
would report them to the authorities.


The story contains oral sex, fucking, sucking, piss, felching. I don't
intend to go to scat. It doesn't turn me on.


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WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME...

"Ah," he sighed as the warm trickle started and then increased into my
waiting mouth. I suckled on his peepee like a baby and greedily drank his
warm boy-piss down as if I were a dehydrated man returning from a long
trek in the desert. The mildly salty piss tasted more like grass and good
things than the foul stuff I thought it would be. As he trailed off with
the last few spurts, I knew I was addicted to boy-piss. I would never be
able to look at this tyke and not wish that he was pissing in my mouth.


"Lekker, ne?" (Delicious, no?)


"Yes, Ollie, the best," I said as his pieletjie popped out of my mouth
and I pulled the foreskin back to look if there was anything else I could
suck up.


A devilish crossed his face and he squeezed one last squirt out which
landed on the bridge of my nose and ran down my mouth. I stuck my tongue
out to catch the drops and he leaned in and licked my face clean again. I
was already hard again. But it was not to be.


"I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat.


And with that he hopped off the seat and scampered towards the kitchen,
looking over his shoulder shouting "Last one there is a vrot banana!"
(rotten banana).


I wondered if I should put my pants on but thought "what the fuck," and
walked after the cute ass that disappeared around the corner to the
kitchen.


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I walked into the kitchen to find this wood sprite standing kaalgat
(bare-assed) in front of the fridge, the light falling from the open
appliance and painting him in soft relief. I caught my breath as he
looked around to smile at me.


"Jy's 'n stoutgat," I said (You're a naughty ass -Literally)


"I know," he said matter-of-fact, but with a twinkle in his eye. "Are you
hungry?"


"Only for you. Only for you," I said, truthfully. I looked at the
graceful curves of his boy-body as the fridge light caught him from the
front. His bum was a wonder of nature, as it curved out from his lower
back and the two halves met in the middle to hint at the delight of his
pucker within. His legs were long and boyish, the calves curvaceous as
they arched down towards his bare feet that were anchored to the ground,
slightly wide-legged; that perfect Peter Pan stance. I sat on a kitchen
chair, kaalgat myself, and just drank in the wonder that was Ollie. My
Ollie.


I was abruptly jolted out of my reverie by the entrance of Dirk, Ollie's
dad, as he practically manifested into the kitchen, his massive frame
instantly blocking out the harsh morning light that momentarily shone
into the kitchen when he opened the door.


"There you are, the two of you," he boomed as he dragged up a kitchen
chair right next to mine and knowingly winked at my proud boner that
still pointed the way to Ollie's delectable pussy. I knew it was useless
to hide it as I had no pants on anyway, so the game was "up"- Literally.


"What have the two of you been up to?" he asked as he reached over and
gently pulled my foreskin right over my glans, swirled his rough finger
gently inside the elastic hood. The roughness of his finger on my
still-sensitive head was electric. I groaned and pushed my hips forward
instinctively into his huge man-paw. He smiled evilly, pulled his finger
out and brought the results of his foraging up to his nose for a deep
sniff. He then appreciatively put the finger in his mouth and sucked at
it with a soft moan that seemed to reverberate from deep within him.


"Lekker, lekker. Ollie se gat-sappe en jou saad. En nog iets...?" (Nice,
Ollie's ass juice, your seed and something else...?)


"Guess?" Ollie quipped. He walked up to his dad and bent over. Dirk
leaned forward and pulled his buns apart. He took a sniff at the hole and
gave it an appreciative lick. It was awesome to see the dad lick his
boy's ass. I almost came on the spot, besides being treated to the most
beautiful sight of Ollie's rosebud again. Then Dirk licked his thick
forefinger which looked to be almost as thick as my erect dick and stuck
it gently into his boy's moist asshole. He worked it around for a bit and
slowly pulled it out, obviously realizing that if he wasn't careful he
could open a floodgate.


"Piss," he whispered, in awe.


Then he took Ollie by the hips and gently lifted him onto the kitchen
table. He pushed him back until the boy was prone and lifted the boy-legs
up with his one hand while he leaned down to savour the hole with his
bearded mouth.


So this is why Ollie had made sure not to miss a drop. He gently released
the contents of his arse into the sucking mouth of his father. My piss
and cum and who knows what else started to gently pour into the
appreciative mouth and swallowing throat of Ollie's dad, who obviously
considered this to be the most delectable feast imaginable. He grunted
and groaned his appreciation while never allowing a drop to go to waste.
With his other hand, he caressed his son's tummy and nipples and fondled
the now once again erect pricklet and worked the foreskin over the
glistening purple head slowly. He stuck his tongue deep into Ollie's pink
asshole and without missing a swallow, grabbed me behind the neck and
pulled me over to his face, where he traded places with me and allowed me
to drink from this exotic fountain, the source of which was his son
Ollie's asshole and guts.


I hesitated but then thought, "what the fuck, in for a penny, in for a
pound," and greedily sucked on the pink tap, swishing "my" piss, cum, and
Ollie's ass-juices around in my mouth before swallowing them down with
relish. The deeply intimate act of drinking from the asshole of an
underage boy alongside his giant of a father was not wasted on me. Dirk
pulled my face to him and we traded piss, cum and ass-juice as he kissed
me and stuck his big tongue deep into my mouth and swished the nectar
around and making out with me for a while. I then licked the remains of
his feast from his soft, full beard after which he returned the two of us
to Ollie's fount to finish the remainder of the morning's sex juices.


At last, there was no more to come and with disappointment I pulled back
from Ollie's gusher to find his dad waiting to again passionately kiss me
on the mouth, his soft, full beard caressing my stubbled cheeks and
mouth. Ollie didn't want to miss out so he hopped off the table and
perched on my boner, pushing it up against my hairy tummy, while he and
his dad and I traded sloppy, piss-tasting kisses. I thought I was going
to cum on the spot. I had never been so aroused, not even when I had
fucked Ollie and taken his boy-piss into my mouth and swallowed it. To
put the dad into the mix drove the illicit incestuous hotness of it over
the edge for me and I started humping Ollie's side, which was closest to
me.


"Not so fast, young man," Dirk said, although he couldn't have been much
older than me. He stood up from the kitchen chair and towered over me and
Ollie. His khaki shorts were no match for his tree root of a cock, since
the head now peered out of the bottom by at least four inches, leaving a
silvery trail of cock-snot down the inside of his hairy thigh. The cut
head was beautiful, the flare reminding me of a mamba ready to spit,
because the head, though large, was smaller than the shaft which
thickened substantially as it was revealed when Dirk pulled the leg of
his short to one side. He wore no underwear and his balls, covered in
thick blonde fur, literally fell out of shorts like two duck eggs in a
muti bag (traditional medicine bag).


He stepped forward, with his tree-trunk legs on either side of mine,
seated as I was with Ollie on my lap until Ollie was sandwiched between
his obscenely revealed, erect genitals and my back. I had no option but
to decide what I wanted to do with this moment. I was mesmerized, a snake
charmer in reverse, by his impressive cock meat, presented as it was for
my inspection and adoration, right in front of my face.


Ollie wasn't fazed. "Have you ever been fucked before, Ty?"


I was lost for words. The explicit and extravagant display of manhood and
virility in front of me could do that to you. I had to admit, I had
sometimes snuck a look at other guys' dicks on the shower or at the
pisser, but had never considered myself "gay" and had never considered
sex with a man before today, and had most assuredly not included being
impaled on a giant Afrikaans cock as a possibility. But I was transfixed
by Dirk's dick in my face and I was considering it now.


The first thing that was against me was the aroma. The fragrance off his
bush was clock-stopping. The man was a walking pheromone-zone. I felt my
asshole pulse as I inhaled his testosterone. I painted Ollie's hip with
my pre-cum. I couldn't stop myself from leaning forward and slathering my
cheeks with Dirk's pre-cum. Ollie, knew the drill. He leaned in and
licked his dad's silver slugjuice from my face.


"No, Ollie, I have not been fucked," I murmured as if hypnotized.


"Oh Ty, you have to try it. It's awesome."


I wasn't so sure.


I looked up at the giant man standing in front of me. He wasn't so jovial
anymore. He looked down on me intently with his hands on his hips. He
looked intimidating, to say the least. I was sitting naked in his kitchen
with his naked, well-fucked 10-year-old son on my lap with my dripping
boner up against the child's hip. I wondered if I had misread his
invitation to do whatever Ollie wanted, but somehow our eating the
"fruits" of my and Ollie's activities out of Ollie's asshole made
nonsense of that. We remained like that for a few seconds while he seemed
to weigh his options.


"I must piss," the giant rumbled at last.


I wondered how he was going to do that through the obviously hard
trouser-snake that poked through the leg of his shorts. I also put two
and two together and came up with a piss-soaked three, as he made no move
to find his way to the bathroom off his bedroom where Ollie and I had
done our pissing. He took hold of his root with his right hand and
grabbed me behind the neck with the other. He pulled me closer and slid
his hand forward and slid his thumb into my mouth and started to force my
jaw down gently but insistently. Then he laid his giant cock on my lower
lip and started to piss. I looked up at him with doubt in my eyes as this
was very different from taking the willy of a 10-year-old and sucking the
sweet urine out of it. This was the bladder and piss of a giant Free
State farmer and I didn't anticipate that it would be a trickle.


At first, it was just spurts that went straight into the back of my
throat. It couldn't have been easy forcing the flow through the rock-hard
dick that protruded through his shorts. I was grateful as it gave me the
opportunity to taste and acclimatize to adult man-piss. It didn't taste
vile. It was stronger than Ollie's pee of course, but like Ollie, there
was little in the man's diet that could contaminate his body fluids.


I thought that I would surely now lose my boner as I took the water out
of a man's dick. But not so, I was super-horny as the supremely masculine
slab of manhood emptied his bladder in my mouth. The flow picked up and I
had to swallow faster and it overflowed onto my chest and down my stomach
onto my own dick. Ollie jumped down off my lap and took my cock into his
mouth and the piss that overflowed from my mouth sloshed onto his blonde
hair. With Ollie off my lap I put my hand under the duck egg-sized balls
and pulled Dirk forward, now fully nursing on his giant dick and drinking
as fast as I could. I was a  man thirsty for man-piss who had found my
calling: indulgence in all the joys of man-on-man or man-on-boy sexual
possibilities, although in the back of my head I knew there were still
some that I was to try, and I wasn't so sure I was ready for that.


The flow started to wane, but the cock in my mouth was still rock hard
and Dirk started fucking my mouth gently but insistently. I put my hand
further back into the mysteries of his khaki shorts and found his hairy
asshole nestling between the sweaty mounds of his man-ass. I wanted to
taste that hole and compare it to the sweet innocent pucker that I had
found between Ollie's smooth melons. Dirk sensed my intention and lifted
his right leg onto the chair on the opposite side to where Ollie was
still suckling on my generously drooling uncut prick. This opened his
buns to my exploration and the moist recesses of his ass-crack became
accessible to my questing fingers. I found the large anus with the tips
of my fingers and lightly brushed them through the dense forest of fur
that hid them. Dirk groaned and started to fuck my face a bit more
urgently. Ollie, still at my own penis, was intensifying his
ministrations. I could only take the first three or four inches of Dirk's
cock which must have been at least 10 inches, judging by the fact that it
protruded enough from his shorts to give me easy access, but there still
seemed a few inches to spare.


The moment was extremely hot but it was the intimacy that super-charged
it for me. I was in love with the boy, that was for sure. I had fallen
for him the first time he head leaned his chin on his folded arms in the
diner and looked up at me with those extraordinary eyes, a moment that
seemed so fresh in my mind but also felt like a lifetime away. I had been
turned on by his giant of a father, also the moment I saw him and had it
confirmed when I had swooned in his arms the first time he had hugged me
in their yard earlier that same morning.


But what was happening here was way beyond the possibilities that an
innocent straight man from Jo'burg had ever considered. I was being
face-fucked by this Afrikaans farmer, while his pre-teen son was sucking
my dick and I was about to stick my hand into his now welcoming asshole.


I rubbed my thumb over his bumhole and wondered if I should bring it out
to lubricate it with my saliva, but it proved to be unnecessary. Dirk
pushed back with his hips and opened his hole and the moist recesses of
his most intimate part welcomed my probing thumb in. His ass was so hot
inside the lips as I worked my thumb around there in the darkness, behind
his shorts and between his muscular cheeks. I loved my finger inside of
him, and I could feel that he liked it too. I removed my mouth from his
slowly thrusting cock and looked up at him.


"Dirk, can I fuck you please?"


"I would love that, Ty. You have a nice-looking piel and it has been a
while since a man got a stab at my poephol (fart-hole - literally/
asshole). Let's go to the bedroom. I don't think the kitchen table is up
to taking our weight," he chuckled.


"Kom boetman," (literally-Come brother-man) he said as he gently tousled
Ollie's piss-soaked hair. Ollie, who had been quietly nursing on my
leaking dick, looked up with a smile as he let my piel slip from his
eager mouth with a slurp.


Ollie, who had as yet not satisfied his post-coital hunger pangs, seemed
happy to postpone that satisfaction and skipped off ahead of us to the
bedroom. Dirk helped me up from the kitchen chair and enveloped me in his
warm embrace. We made out for a few seconds.


"I knew that Ollie was right when I saw you the first time. He said you
were sexy, straight and that you loved him."


"How did he know that?"


"Even I could see it when I first saw you with him. Come let's go to the
bedroom so you can fuck yourself a Boer." (farmer, also slang for
Afrikaner)


I  couldn't wait and as he walked behind me I knew he was watching my
ass. It was a strange, but not unwelcome feeling to have a butch man
drooling after my man-cunt. He put his hand on my ass as I entered the
bedroom and slid his finger in the crease.


"In a while, I'm going to drill you too, boetie. I'm going to enjoy
splitting your pretty rooinek (redneck, slang for Englishman) man-poes
(man-cunt) in two. Daai cherry is myne." (That cherry is mine)


I gave a nervous chuckle. We would have to see about that.


In the meantime, Ollie, who had taken a backseat for a while, walked up
to his dad and undid his shorts. The trouser snake that hid there was
semi-soft now and it looked like a blonde, slightly pliable salami. It
was a beautiful cock, although I had nothing but my own to compare it
with. It was narrower at the base than the middle and tapered to a
smaller head. It was impressive in size. I dreaded trying to take that
thing up the bum, that much I was sure of. Ollie immediately started
sucking his daddy's dickhead lovingly and he obviously knew what he was
doing judging by the moans coming from his father. I walked over and
started undoing his khaki shirt buttons from the bottom up while Dirk
himself kept his hands busy by guiding his son's blonde head backwards
and forwards as he slowly face-fucked his giant boerepiel to full
hardness.


As I unbuttoned his shorts to reveal his wide, hairy chest, I marvelled
at the fact that he was prepared to let me fuck him. I slid my hand over
his bulging pecs and encountered his large pink nipples. I couldn't
resist but leaned forward and sucked on the right one while I pinched the
other one lightly.


"Bite, pinch," Dirk instructed in a low growl. I did as I was told and
nipped and pinched. Both nipps jumped to attention.


"Harder, Ty, harder."


I put my back into it and cruelly twisted the one while I sharply bit the
other.


"Ja, ja," he groaned and threw his head back and began to face fuck Ollie
in earnest. This carried on while I made out with his tit and did my best
to pull the other one right off.


"Kom," (come) he said, lifted Ollie off the floor, threw him onto the
bed, and dragged me over after him. He lay back on his bed. Ollie knew
where to find the lube and magically appeared to slather his dad's
pulsing hairy hole with it as he grabbed his ankles just above the work
boots and calf-length socks to expose his pink hairy hole.


"Wait," I said and dove in to taste my first man-cunt. I inhaled sharply
and was almost knocked senseless with the testosterone-laden aroma that
assaulted my senses. Where Ollie's hole was earthy and boyish, Dirk was
all man and his anus proved it. I put my forefinger into it and pulled
downwards, to see the moist response as it puckered and pulsed to draw me
in.


"You like being fucked, Dirk?" I hissed.


"Ja brother, there is nothing like having a man's piel up your hole," he
growled. "I first felt it in the army. I had a short staff sergeant who
liked to fuck new recruits, and he had a cock the thickness of a beer can
and he knew how to use it."


In the meantime, I was working his hole with my mouth and tongue,
alternating with my thick fingers. Dirk was ready for my dick. Ollie must
have sensed it as I stepped back and he almost put his entire boy-hand in
his dad's ass as he worked the lube into the man-size hole.


(There was a thought, Why could I picture Ollie's hand right up Dirk's
ass? I filed the thought away for later). Then he turned to my cock which
was drooling a long sliver tendril of pre-cum, first cleaning it off with
a satisfied hum that almost made me cum right then, and then generously
applying lube onto the shaft and stroking it up and down to make sure it
was well oiled. Then, to my surprise, he applied some to his boy-hole and
also to his dad's huge cock which was still lying against his furry tummy
drooling pre-cum. I realized what he had in mind and my cock jumped.


Dirk's ass was hanging over the edge of the high double bed just at the
right height for me to enter him, which I started to do without delay.


"Fast or slow, Dirk?" I asked as my cock head waited at his back door,
and I rubbed it over the entrance with relish.


"Naai my, man!" (Fuck me, man)


Needing no further invitation I pushed in in one smooth motion,
immediately bottoming out as the ecstasy of having Dirk's manly asshole
clenched around my rod was echoed by his ecstatic groan as he received me
into him. I couldn't see his face because Ollie had positioned himself on
his daddy's huge snake, facing me, and was busy lowering himself down the
almost full foot of shaft that extended from his father's groin. I
assumed he was familiar with the girth and length and determined there
and then, that if he could take it so could I.


Ollie leaned in and started making out with me as he began to raise and
lower himself on his dad's dick and I started fucking Dirk in earnest.
The scene struck me as incredibly hot. Dirk had his hands on Ollie's slim
hips to help him as he fucked himself on his father's cock. Only one
thing was missing and I remedied that straight away by using my
forefingers and thumb to masturbate Ollie's boy-dick as well. The feeling
of having my cock enveloped by a tight man-pussy while making out with
the same man's pre-teen son that was fucking himself on his dad's dick
was incredible. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Our combined activity
rate increased quickly as Ollie started yelling.


"Naai my pappa, naai my!" (fuck me, daddy, fuck me!)


Ollie and I were up close as he was impaled inches from where my cock was
massaging Dirk's insides. I could feel how I was rearranging his
intestines. Nobody who hasn't fucked a man can begin to imagine how hot
it is. The smells, the sounds, the tastes as I kissed Ollie's sweet
little boy-lipped mouth. The old katel (bedstead) squeaked and rattled
with more activity I suppose than it had seen since Ollie was made there.


Dirk began to roar like a bear and Ollie's eyes flew open as they did
when I was fucking him last. The velvet asshole around my cock began to
feel like a pulsing vice-grip as it signalled Dirk's impending orgasm to
my own cock which was verging on spurting. Ollie was jacking up and down
like a prize jockey about to win the grand national and suddenly all
three of us let out a collective yell as we came together.


It was mind-fuckingly wonderful. Spurt after spurt of my third orgasm for
the morning entered Dirk's man-cunt at the same time as Dirk's first load
for the day was being deposited in his son's rectum. Ollie couldn't
ejaculate but I knew that his boy-bum was sucking the cum right out of
his dad's balls.


At last, the groaning and yelping (from Ollie) receded to make way for
some deep huffing and puffing. Ollie fell onto me and clung to my
shoulder and neck struggling to catch his breath. Dirk was still fucking
Ollie slowly which meant that I didn't have to do anything but feel my
cock being massaged and pulled by his asshole as it clenched and
unclenched.


Finally, it came to an end. Dirk pulled Ollie, still attached to him by
his cock like an anterior umbilical cord, back onto his chest and Ollie,
bless his heart, pulled me along with him. We all lay there in a heap on
the massive farmer's chest, struggling to catch our breath. Dirk pulled
us on our sides and because of Ollie's diminutive stature, the sexy
preteen was clamped between our bodies as Dirk and I made out.


"I have to piss," the three of us all said at the same time, and laughed.


"Just go here," Dirk said. "The bed is protected."


The bliss as I let go inside Dirk's bowels, he in Ollie's and Ollie all
over my tummy, was a suitable end to an orgasmic experience. We rolled
around in Ollie's pee and as Dirk and I pulled out, we added to the mess
of cum, piss and ass-juices mixed with man and boy sweat.


I knew I would never be the same again and I wondered what the future
would hold for me.


Ollie flipped around so his ass was on my face and I ate his ass out
while Dirk did mine and Ollie did his in a man-boy-man rimming circle. I
was in heaven.


NEXT TIME: Will I brave the blonde mamba? What remains for us to do after
*this* beginning?

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