Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2022 12:55:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Borehamwood Man Subject: Uncle Bills Farm Chapter 10 -- Fly Fishing Uncle Bills Farm Chapter 10 - Fly Fishing Please remember that Nifty.org needs your continuing support so please use this link to provide your financial support by donating using this link. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/support.html The major advantage of living where we do is the countryside and the foothills to the mountains of BC, due east of Vancouver. Uncle Bill's farm is nestled in a valley on the foothills themselves approximately 5 miles from the first proper town. What is magical about where we live is most settlements are hamlets that surround us and of course being a small community with a large profile, everyone in the neighbourhood knows about Darren and I and what we have setup insofar as, the halfway house. Initially, the community wasn't keen on gay men and the bible bashers had had a field day in the early 1980's and 90's muttering, "it's a sin" and all that type of bigotry but by the 2000's, life had changed and local attitudes had changed towards what Darren and I were trying to achieve. This story is a recollection of a young man's attempt to come out. Robert lived in the local town and had hidden the fact that he was gay, and I subsequently found out that he decided to seek us out with the idea of sharing his sexuality with likeminded people who would not be judgemental. The day in question was a lovely summers day and I had taken to fly fishing for trout at the local river. This river was perfect. Shallow, rock based with small waterfalls with relatively deep pools where the trout would hang out. Darren had decided to sleep in that day and would join me later for a picnic but until his arrival, I was free to entertain myself wading into the river attempting to catch that "big one". Since I was not on the farm or assured privacy, I was standing in the river in just my white y-fronts, casting the fly back and forward. I started fly fishing when I turned forty and I found the quiet an escapists dream. Was I any good at fly fishing, no, bloody useless I have to say but my technique had improved over time to the point that I would catch the occasional trout, but Darren couldn't always rely upon me for dinner. As I said, the day in question was bliss and whilst engrossed in my efforts, I saw in the distance a figure walking along the banks of the river. It was a young man wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as he got closer I could only admire the young physical form that reminded me of Darren when he was 16 or 17. So hot and fit was this young man and my being 48 at that time, I could only just dream about past exploits with Darren and all the times we let ourselves be free and easy. The young man stopped next to me and from the bank he asked me what I was doing and after replying that I was fly fishing, he introduced himself as Robert and asked to know more and why I was standing in the middle of the river in just my underwear. Of course, being in just my underwear was an easy question to answer. As for explaining the art of fly fishing and sharing this knowledge wasn't the easiest nor quickest thing to achieve but I explained the techniques and the theory of casting the fly with the eternal hope of catching something. It was apparent to me that Robert was keen to learn more about fly fishing, but I also suspected that he had more questions in the pipeline because my gaydar had clicked in and I could tell that he was not "at one with himself". Robert then asked if he could come in the water and stand and watch and I was sort of happy for the company in some respects especially from a young man keen to learn more. Without hesitation, he stripped off to his white Hanes and paddled into the water and in very little time, Robert was standing next to me in his underwear watching and asking questions about the art of casting the fly. I had to warn Robert to stand behind me when casting so I didn't cast him out as well should the fly hook into him. Robert appeared to be glued to the process and watched carefully from behind but during one cast I felt his hands land on my waist as if he was steadying himself from tripping over. I didn't complaint and he just held onto my waist touching the waistband of my y-fronts and the truth be known, I was enjoying the touch from this young stranger. Time had flown when I suggested to Robert that we have a break and I waded over to the bank and started to roll a cigarette whilst he joined me, sitting next to me gazing out to the river and listening to the sound of the running water travelling downstream toward Vancouver and the Pacific Ocean. At that point I had to ask Robert if he was gay and from the delayed response of no, I just knew he was new to his feelings and hadn't come out yet. I turned to Robert and told him I suspected he was gay and that he hadn't come out yet and this comment opened a floodgate of emotion, comments of not having friends at school because he felt different and all the worries that young boys and men have when they discover they like the male form and get quite turned on in CMNM scenarios wanting to discover more about gay relationships and of course sex. We sat on the riverbank for an extremely long time, and I listened to Robert explain how he felt, and we discussed his dreams and hopes for the future. I couldn't resist and I turned to Robert and kissed him on his lips. I like to think it was his first gay kiss, but he did respond with a rushed excitement whereby I had to calm him down a bit. Robert couldn't stop and kissed me more and I introduced him to deep kissing whilst my hands had explored a little to his nipples which I was squeezing, twisting and pinching in a seductive and pleasurable manner. It was all too much for me and I pushed him back on the grass and moved by mouth down his body until I found his nipples again and I gave them a huge and sensual kiss and suck that was guaranteed to turn me on and whilst crouching over Robert with my mouth engaged in nipple play, I gained the most powerful erection inside my y-fronts but realising the age difference and remembering I had Darren, my husband, I decided to do the correct thing and rolled onto the grass and sat up as before with Robert next to me. Robert sat there for a long time not saying a word, as if in a thoughtful trance with his right hand nestled on my thigh. I could see that he had a stonking hard-on by the protruding boner under the cotton material. I so wanted to suck that nubile and inexperienced cock, but I had to do the correct thing and resisted what I could have seduced very easily. Thank God, Darren arrived with the picnic. I was saved from further temptation and introduced Robert to Darren and recounted the conversations we had enjoyed and also the fact that we had both attempted to catch dinner with no luck so far. As always, Darren was cool about things and trusted me as always. Needless to say, I came very close to breaking that trust, but Darren and I had always agreed that should opportunities arise, we would share together. It is this aspect of our relationship that has supported us for all these years. As normal, Darren had over catered and we had enough food in the picnic basket to share with Robert and with sandwiches, salad stuff and wine we enjoyed a very civilised time chatting about Robert and his feelings and what he hoped to achieve and whether he planned to relocate to Vancouver or further afield. Darren and Robert were chatting intensely, so I waded back into the river and resumed my attempt to catch dinner. I don't remember how long I had been casting the fly, but I heard some paddling as someone came up behind me and then without much warning, I felt these soft hands touch my thighs and moving up toward my underwear. I could also sense nervousness and some shaking of the hands as they rode further up over the cotton material until the hands slipped under the material and started to play with my pubic hair. At that point, I turned to confirm it was Robert playing with me and I looked at Darren in a nervous and questioning manner and Darren just nodded his approval. Clearly, the conversation he and Robert were having on the riverbank had gone further than I thought, and I suspected by then that Darren had told Robert to explore me with his blessing. That was it. I had the blessing of Darren to pursue Robert and in one go I threw my rod and line towards the riverbank and then in one go, I gently laid Robert onto his back in the shallows of the river and kissed him, deeply with passion and then with Robert lying there, I moved down his body, yet again visiting his delectable nipples. I then moved further down, using my tongue to play with his belly button and navel. I couldn't resist Robert now and I saw his erection trying to break through the material of his sexy white Hanes and I decided to go for it, and I started to pull his underwear down and over his very erect penis. For the first time, I gazed upon his young manhood sticking up with such power and hardness. I then continued to slip his underwear down and over his ankles whilst his hands were pushing my Jockey's over my bottom and soon enough, Robert was viewing my mature erection and probably his first cock as I kicked off my underwear and there we were, passionately kissing and embracing each other whilst naked in the river with Darren watching. I didn't waste much time in putting Robert's cock in my mouth and I deep throated him for his first time. I sucked him hard and long bringing him almost to climax and then forcing him to recover before I continued. I must have edged Robert for quite a long time because I could tell after each session that he was getting more impatient to cum but I played with him until I decided, I would take him and his load and sure enough, I took Robert all the way and his orgasmic explosion filled my mouth full of lovely young cum. So much cum was shot out of his cock that I thought he wouldn't stop spurting but after a while, Robert started to relax in that post orgasm sensation, and I slowly kissed him whilst sharing the remains of his cum in my mouth. With Robert satisfied and my feeling content, Robert and I stood up to join Darren at the bank but it was then that Robert and I discovered our underwear had been washed down the river and although we had a look for them, it was obvious that the session had resulted in lost white y-fronts and briefs. It is fair to suggest we laughed about it because it wasn't a panic, we still had shorts to wear when it came to leave. There we stood in front of Darren, naked as the day we were born. I felt slightly sheepish having sucked Robert to a full and powerful climax. Robert was sort of speechless having had a full and powerful orgasm but was now erect again. Darren responded to both of us by stating it was his turn now and at that point I knew my duty and undid his shorts, lifted his t-shirt over his head, pulled his shorts down closely followed my Darren's y-fronts and there he was, my husband, naked before me and ready for action. Robert sat on the grass watching as Darren took control of me and slowly but surely, started to seduce me and within little time, I propped myself on all fours whilst looking at Robert as Darren entered me from behind and commenced a slow and sensual rhythm. It was lovely. The feeling of Darren inside me, holding my hip as he pumped me slowly and methodically. All the time, Robert was watching in silence but somehow, I managed to suggest to Robert that he laid on his back and shuffled under me for his first sixty-nine and when he was in place, my mouth yet again enveloped his cock whilst for the first time, he commenced sucking a cock of his own whilst Darren was clearly getting closer to cumming. It wasn't long until I could feel Robert about to cum. Likewise, I could feel Robert bringing me closer to shooting my load and Darren was grunting with satisfaction as I felt him explode inside me. It was shortly after this that Robert shot his new load and with cum in both my holes, I shot my pent up load into Robert's mouth to which he coughed and spluttered as my load choked him slightly and he hadn't yet learnt the delight in swallowing cum but alas, he soon did swallow because I kept my cock in his mouth for longer than he might have liked. Finally, we collapsed and rolled on our backs and remained silent for what might have been a while but I can't remember now how long it was. I was the first to move by walking back into the water to clean myself. Darren held Robert's hand whilst they too waded into the river to clean themselves and if anyone had been watching, they would have beheld three men, naked and laughing and splashing each other. The only difference was that Robert was 18 and we were technically old enough to be his fathers. Alas, time came too soon for farewells with a commitment that if Robert wished, we could all do a picnic again and I could teach him how to fly fish. Darren and I watched Robert wearing only shorts and a t-shirt walk away feeling and looking more content than when he had first arrived. I hadn't caught any dinner and Darren laughing by joking that the fish had caught more than I had in the form of underwear so they should be happy. As we too departed along the river to the pickup, Darren shared with me the conversation he had had with Robert when I was fishing and the fact that Robert had deliberately tried to meet us as he had seen me fishing there before and knew who we were and had hoped for the sexual introduction he had experienced. What surprised me more was the single fact that Darren had told him to let me seduce him by going up behind me and that would be enough for me to take over which of course I did. It wasn't the last time we met Robert and he became a friend until he moved a way a few years later. Robert was like me and embraced the sex with Darren as he consented to Darren making love to him. I was happy to suck him off every time and to be fucked by Darren and both Robert and I would satisfy Darren by the riverbank whenever we could. We heard a few years ago that Robert had died in a car accident in Bangor, Maine of all places. We never did find out much about his life after he moved away but we hope he found his own level of happiness. Darren and I both remember the happy times with him and the hope that we guided him during the early days of his sexual journey and coming out.