Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2022 07:09:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Borehamwood Man Subject: Uncle Bills Farm Part 5 Uncle Bills Farm Part 5 Please remember that Nifty.org needs your continuing support so please use this link to provide your support by donating using this link. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/support.html Background: If you have got this far, I will assume that you have read my four other stories. They are all true accounts of my time with Uncle Bill and how he changed me forever, in a good and wonderful way. I had been raised by a tyrant of a father who was also homophobic that fitted the bill for the era in which I grew up. Uncle Bill was different and open mind and over the years we had corresponded regularly during which I shared with him my sexuality, fetishes and dreams of being able to realise my freedom from society's homophobic opinions. After my father's passing, I inherited the farm in Hertfordshire but I had the chance to visit Uncle Bill and his partner Brian in Vancouver and having sorted out what I hoped to achieve from an extended visit, the date was set. Sadly though, Brian passed away leaving Bill to mourn his passing and so my visit was delayed for a whole year. Then out of the blue, a letter arrived from Uncle Bill with a ticket to Vancouver and so, off I went leaving my mother and the estate manager to run the farm. Uncle Bills Farm Part 5 Thinking about Darren and it being a new day, I thought about the day before and hadn't it been a good day and how much I had enjoyed my time with Darren, and I relished the fact that Darren had lost his virginity but had also fucked me in the barn with Richard instructing him how best to do so. The day was lovely and hot, and I had decided to cut the lawn at the front and side of the house. The lawn was pretty big with shrubs affording decoration and my personal task was to see if I could cut the grass whilst leaving perfect lines in a regimented fashion. This was easy to achieve because I was using Uncle Bill's ride on lawn mower, and I was enjoying the task at hand whilst driving up and down the lawn. As I was mowing and absorbed in my thoughts, a pickup truck drove up the long driveway and stopped almost next to me and I instantly felt conscious of being naked because the driver was female and mature, and I wondered who this was when I also noticed that Darren was sitting beside this woman and as she got out of the pickup truck, she told Darren to stay there and seeing me naked she became instantly on guard, but I just sat there. The woman after her initial shock introduced herself as Mrs Margaret Shipman, the mother of Darren and upon her mentioning that name, my heart sank, and I prepared for trouble, but Mrs Shipman didn't appear to be angry as she verbally assumed I was Steve. After all, there can't be many nineteen-year-olds called Steve staying with her neighbour. I confirmed to her I was Steve and greeted her good morning and explained I was visiting my Uncle Bill for a month upon which, Mrs Shipman asked if she could talk to me about Darren. Thinking the worst, I hesitated but eventually agreed and I dismounted the lawn mower and invited Mrs Shipman onto the porch and to sit down and with her watching my naked body, I offered her something to drink but she turned down the offer politely. Mrs Shipman then asked me why I was naked, and I explained that it was a deal. I would be my uncle's guest for a month with free board and lodging if I remain naked for the whole time because he liked seeing my naked body at every opportunity and that Uncle Bill felt it the best way for me to deal with my own issues and sexuality. As Uncle Bill suggested, getting to like my body was important and being naked day and night had taught me to lose my inhibitions and hang-ups towards nudity and sexuality. Uncle Bill was a huge fan of the male form. I have to confess she wasn't as shocked as I thought she would be but after the temporary silence she went straight into the conversation by opening up with a question whether had I spent time with Darren yesterday because he had changed and appeared to be happier today and when she had dived deeper into the discussion with Darren, he had confessed that he had spent an afternoon naked with me in the woods. I responded by saying we had spent a naked afternoon in the woods, to which Mrs Shipman asked if we had done anything and I responded that we had talked a lot about Darren's sexuality and that he had asked me many questions because Darren was confused about his own feelings. I also told Mrs Shipman that Darren had felt better with my honesty and had confessed that he felt as if he was gay. Mrs Shipman replied to my honesty by thanking me because she had suspected Darren was gay for many years and that where they lived, finding someone he could talk to about his sexuality had been very difficult and for years he had hidden his feelings much to the detriment of his psychology. At that point she asked if during the afternoon if I had done anything with Darren to which I decided to be cautious but without mentioning we had enjoyed our first sexual experience, I responded to her question by saying I had massaged his body all over and had culminated my exploration by masturbating him. I remember she took it well that I had masturbated her son and I was further surprised when she thanked me and that she wished Darren to have the freedom to get to know me a bit more and that if he wished to have a close friend, she would be happy for our relationship to continue. I was delighted that Mrs Shipman was so forward thinking, and she clearly loved her son and wished for him to be happy and if it meant he could explore his sexuality then she preferred my involvement instead of a stranger. Furthermore, she knew Uncle Bill was gay, but she also knew that Uncle Bill would treat Darren well if he came to visit. We talked more about Darren and about being gay and what it really meant, and I like to think I answered her honestly and she welcomed my approach. As a laugh I also mentioned that her son was very attractive and had a fabulous body which I had explored with delight. I think she might have blushed at that point, but I certainly became aroused by just thinking of Darren. All in all, we had a nice chat and as she stood up and started to leave, she turned and said that Darren had her blessing to see me. As she walked towards the pickup truck I stood up and wished her well but whilst fantasising about the blessing I had just received, my cock had swelled and was sticking out erect and she stared at me looking at my manhood and her parting comment was to her son through the open window of the pickup that he was very lucky having found me and if he wished to stay, it would be fine with her. Wow. Mrs Shipman had seen me naked with a stonking hard on and had been told that I had explored her son's body. Knowing all this she had given her son permission to be with me if he wished. Darren got out of the pickup truck and his mother departed knowing what was going to happen but keeping it to herself. Mrs Shipman wasn't a fool. There was Darren standing on the newly mowed lawn and I looked at him with longing and love as I walked over to him and started to undress him. Off came his t-shirt and then I undid his shorts which he duly stepped out of and then I lowered his white y-fronts, and he was erect whilst his briefs dropped to his ankles. He was now naked like me and we lowered ourselves onto the grass and I laid on top of him and we kissed each other for quite a while. I then moved down his body to his beautiful penis and took it until he erupted inside my mouth. He tasted brilliant and I took it all. After I released his cock from my mouth, we resumed cutting the grass. I was sitting in the driver's seat and Darren was sitting on my lap steering the lawn mower like a professional whilst I tried to distract him as much as I could by playing with his cock and nipples. The lawn was finished and throwing the last grass cuttings on the pile at the edge of the woods I pulled Darren down and we rolled in the grass cuttings exploring and embracing each other and after a while I asked Darren to make love to me and for the second time but this time with love and emotion. As I laid on my back with my legs over his shoulders he thrust in and out of me fucking my arse as a lover should until I felt his cum inside me and loving the feeling of his manhood. At this point, Darren pulled out and then lowered his head into my lap and took my cock in his mouth and pumped me dry. Wow. So, the lawn was finished, Darren was finished, and I was finished. Uncle Bill was in town, and we had the remaining day together with the blessing of his mother. What else could we do I remember asking myself and I asked Darren what he would like to do. Darren's reply was his wish to have another mud fight because it turned him on and so, hand in hand we walked over to where the famous muddy puddle was but upon arrival, we discovered it was a little dry after the warm weather but that wasn't a problem as I pulled a hosepipe over to the puddle and started to fill it with water. The puddle soon became usable, and as I coiled up the hosepipe, I walked back to the puddle to see Darren already lying on his front in the middle of the mud holding his head with his hands waiting for me. Whilst Darren's front was resting in the mud, the contrast of seeing his white bottom and back sticking out of the mud was so inviting and arousing. He looked amazing and inviting with the pose he was holding. I took a running slide into the mud and covered myself from head to foot and we embraced and rolled in the mud for five minutes until we were totally covered and laughing like children. We both had erections although our cocks were caked in mud, and I guess it was the erotic feeling of the mud that caused us to lie down on our backs and wank each other off. The mud was a perfect lubricant and quite quickly we came, and it was funny seeing our semen ooze through the mud and dropping into the puddle. White cum against brown sticky mud. What a turn on. Afterwards, we decided to go for a walk in the woods as the mud started to dry but we did not care. Naked, caked in mud just seemed to be the correct thing to enjoy. It was in the woods that Darren asked if he could spank me, and I was only too happy to oblige. Darren took off his plimsol and started to spank me as I laid across his lap but this time with authority and professionalism and very quickly, I started to get a warn then hot feeling on my bottom. I do not remember how many times he hit me with his plimsol, but it was enough to increase our tenderness towards each other from the sensual touch of his hands, plimsol and mutual play. I trusted him very much and Darren's delightful touch assured me that he wasn't interested in providing pain, just love. Needless to say, we returned to the house to find Uncle Bill home and sitting on the porch in his y-fronts as usual and he took one look at us and laughed and without warning, Uncle Bill got up and walked towards the puddle, dropped his y-fronts at the edge and then spoke out saying that if it were good enough for us it would be good enough for him. At that point he settled into the mud and covered himself all over whilst Darren and I watched. We then both dived in and joined Uncle Bill making sure he was caked in the glorious mud. Once this was achieved, we three sat in the mud for a while just laughing and taking in the atmosphere and the magical moment. What a site we were and without the urgent need to clean up, Uncle Bill decided we could stay like that for the remainder of the evening, and he walked over to the BBQ and fired it up. The food was great, the company excellent and Darren was truly happy. At about nine o'clock and unannounced, Darren's mother arrived to pick him up and as she stopped her pickup truck, see took one look at all three of us, naked and caked in mud, looked at Uncle Bill as he greeted her shaking her head in disgust in a nice way that is, and said to Darren, have a lovely time and that he could stay the night if he wished. Darren nodded that he wished to stay and so she turned her pickup truck around saying see you tomorrow and then drove off. I never did find out what she thought but I can imagine. That night, Darren and I slept in the barn, and we didn't bother cleaning ourselves up. We fell asleep embraced in each other's arms touching and fondling throughout our cuddles. Uncle Bill left us to enjoy our time together perhaps realising that certain dynamics were at play and maybe, love was in the air. Uncle Bill woke us up early and before breakfast he had us outside for a bath and for my daily shave. Darren watched as Uncle Bill shaved me but didn't ask why I liked being shaved or why Uncle Bill liked shaven men, but I was soon presentable as Bill would say. Shortly afterwards, breakfast was served, and the day lay before us.