Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2022 07:38:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Borehamwood Man <borehamwoodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle-Bills-Farm 7

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Part 7

Life and love continued between Darren and I and although Darren didn't
stay every night, the moments we had together were magical. Darren had also
taken the dominant position in our relationship and during a conversation
with Uncle Bill, it had been agreed between Darren and Uncle Bill that he
would not shave me anymore because Darren wanted me to have hair that he
could play with.

It was now three days before I was due to leave and go home. The situation
was starting to play on my mind and with each thought running through my
mind was the question, could I leave the love of my life and return to the
UK. It was mid-morning when I parked the tractor and trailer outside the
barn and for the second time during my stay, it had been raining overnight
and although the weather was getting better with the sun shining and the
heat of the day increasing, I was wearing my cold weather uniform, namely
the blue nightshirt and vest. Afterall, whilst some things had changed, the
agreement with Bill was still in force.

Suddenly there was Darren, walking towards me from the house. He looked
lovely in his t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, showing off his well-formed and
beautiful body. For the first time I also noticed that his bulge appeared
more visible that day and I remember asking myself if he was already erect
whilst walking towards me. As Darren approached, he greeted me by asking
what I was wearing and I explained that if it was a bit chilly, Uncle Bill
allowed me to wear what I was modelling until Uncle Bill decided the
weather was acceptably warm to discard my cold weather clothes.

Darren said I looked very funny in a full-length nightshirt and vest to
which I thanked him for his honesty and reminded him not to hold himself
back from expressing his observations. Sarcasm at its best I
suggest. Darren approached me and I could smell his scent and his hair as
he stood in front of me saying good morning lover as he pulled up the
nightshirt, tucking his hands underneath the material and lifting it above
my waist thereby affording him access to my body for a jolly good grope
whilst kissing me. What a lovely start to the day I remember thinking in
between my unspoken wishes that Darren would not stop feeling my
body. Darren was an expert groper with his smooth hands exploring my back,
my bottom and playing with the hair on the back of my neck.

We broke apart from our extended kiss and I looked in Darren's eyes and I
could see the love he had for me and in turn, he could see my feelings and
emotions and it was apparent that my imminent departure in a couple of days
was playing on his mind. Darren broke the silence and said we must talk and
from his tone it sounded serious and so taking his hand he led me to a
bench that was situated at the bottom of the lawn but afforded some lovely
views of the house and farm.

We sat down on the bench, and I could see Uncle Bill on the porch in his
y-fronts as normal, drinking coffee. It was then Darren produced a little
box and gave it to me. I knew instantly that he was giving me a ring. I
opened the box and sure enough, it was a single gold band and as I gazed
upon this symbol of love, Darren started to cry and in between his tears,
he said he didn't want me to leave and would I be his boyfriend and stay. I
choked a little and with tears in my eyes I said I couldn't stay but Darren
interrupted by saying he had spoken to Uncle Bill about my staying and
Uncle Bill had told him I didn't have to leave. My estate in the UK had an
estate manager. My mother had the best care and there was no reason for me
to return. I sat there next to him with tears running down my cheeks,
trying hard to rationalise what to do. At that point, Uncle Bill had
wandered over without us knowing and he piped up by saying, I could stay if
I liked. He could do with a man about the farm and since he planned to
leave me the farm when the time came, I could make this my home with him
and Darren.

I then asked Darren what his parents had said and if in fact he had spoken
to them. Darren responded by saying he had spoken to both his mum and dad
and his mum has been supportive of what Darren was proposing and his dad
was sort of supportive but did not have any serious protests to prevent our
love continuing and that his dad was dealing with things.

Needless to say, the three way conversation lasted quite a while, exploring
possibilities, answering concerns and questions and eventually, I
understood that I had become important to both of them and they too had
become important to me and after much crying from me, I wiped my eyes,
hesitated again and burst into tears again spluttering, I love you Darren
and took the ring out of the box and put it on my left finger in the
symbolic act of saying, I do. Emotionally, I felt drained but, in my mind,
I had just accepted my love as my husband.

Much to the joy of Uncle Bill and with Darren bursting into tears with my
decision, our first act as partners was to walk to the porch for a coffee
and hug whilst Bill announced that since I was going to be living there
with Darren, the vacation agreement was finished and that Darren was now my
unofficial husband, and should take charge and decide what I wear and when
I wear it along with other responsibilities related to life on Bill's
farm. I remember Darren looking at Uncle Bill and pointing out that I could
wear what I like. I sat there listening to them, my uncle and my husband
debating things about me. It was quite funny I assure you. In the end, I
turned around and basically said to both of them, I would continue with my
newfound freedom, and I hoped they wouldn't mind.

The cup of coffee and conversation on the porch lasted for quite a while
during which I discussed how I might invest in the farm and perhaps with
Uncle Bill's agreement, how we might change things. I also suggested that
since in my mind I had just got married, we should have a party, but Uncle
Bill suggested we invite some friends over from Vancouver and perhaps
Darren's mum and dad because they will have a part to play in our
future. It was agreed that we would host a small BBQ that evening and
realising the time, we had to get our skates on and hurry up. My last deed
that morning was to phone my mother which I did, and I explained that I was
staying. My mother wasn't surprised by my decision, but she did say, don't
forget about her.

There was I with a ring on my finger. Nineteen years old and with Darren
aged sixteen. It would be hard I guessed but with Uncle Bill being
fifty-five we had a good guide available. I also thought about Darren
returning to school after the summer holidays and that in time he would
graduate and go to college, but Darren wanted to study social work and was
planning to do so in Vancouver. In many respects, we had a lot going for us
but a lot going against us and only time would tell if we would survive.

Leaving all the worries and excitement behind, Uncle Bill took Darren
shopping for BBQ stuff. I phoned Fred and Richard in Vancouver and
excitedly announced that Darren had given me a ring and that I had
basically agreed to be his boyfriend, lover and partner and we were going
to celebrate with a BBQ. I also phoned Margaret and invited her and Dan
after I had told her what had happened, and she accepted the invitation but
asked us to ensure we didn't do anything too radical for Dan. I took the
point entirely and also as a laugh, I promised Margaret I would wear some
clothes but this time the correct way out.

I resumed my chores but, in all honesty, I was pondering what I could do to
the farm and now I was looking at things differently because this was going
to be my home. As I was walking back along the muddy track, Uncle Bill and
Darren arrived back from their shopping trip and I watched my love, my
husband, get down from the pickup truck that Bill used and walk towards me.

He was just perfect in every way and even today in 2022, I can gaze upon
Darren and remain transfixed with the sight of a man who has made me the
happiest man alive.

Darren approached me and landed a beautiful kiss on my lips and asked me
for my thoughts and I recounted to him my ponderings about what I could do
to the farm including improvements to the muddy track that had refilled
following the overnight rain. Darren in playful jest, grabbed me and pushed
me into the mud but not wishing to leave him unaffected, I scoped up a
handful of mud and threw it at him. That was it, Darren took a playful dive
towards me and before I knew it, I was on my back in the mud with him on
top of me. I grabbed hold of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head and
threw it down. I was then able to twist myself around until I was now on
top of Darren, and I started to undo his shorts and zip and pulled them off
followed by his y-fronts. Darren then grabbed my nightshirt and lifted it
up and over me and in another single move, the vest came off too. Now we
were naked again in the mud playing with each other but this time I had a
ring on my finger.  It didn't take Darren long to cum and yet again, I
watched him shoot his white load through the brown mud. Darren then took
hold of my cock and started on me and in no time at all, I shot my load
over his chest. We then laid back in each other's arms, gazing up at the
clouds as they travelled across the sky.

After a few minutes of being in each other's arms, Darren whispered in my
ear that it was his turn to bathe me and at that point, we released
ourselves from each other and the mud and walked back to the house. It
appears that Uncle Bill had seen the children playing in the mud and had
got the tin bath ready on the porch and for the first time, Darren and I
washed each other whilst Uncle Bill watched with relish. When we were
clean, Darren took my hand and lead us naked to the bench and grass and in
an act of tenderness, laid me down and took control of me in the most
sensual love making since we had met. We didn't just stop at one orgasm, we
kept going for quite a while and Darren being the age he was, had no
problem getting aroused. All I remember was exploring his body for quite a
while and when we finished, we just laid on the grass taking everything
in. As for Uncle Bill, the scenery that day had turned out nice again.

For the second time in a month, I wore clothes, and the BBQ was lovely. Dan
and Margaret greeted the news that Darren and I were boyfriends with a
level of joy but concern that only parents can have to good
news. Strangely, Dan had a long chat with Richard and Fred interspersed
with laughter and quite a few sips of wine and the occasional
beer. Margaret had an intense chat with Uncle Bill whilst Darren and I had
brought the bench up from the bottom of the lawn and sat close to the porch
watching the goings on and wondering what plots and subplots were being
hatched. We subsequently found out that the conversation Dan had with
Richard and Fred had changed Dan's perception of what a gay life was all
about and after that evening Dan changed and became so much more relaxed
with everyone and everything.

Later on that evening as the celebrations were dying down, Margaret came
over to us and sort of dropped the bombshell to Darren that Uncle Bill had
allayed her and Dan's fears about our futures in relation to finances and
problems we would face being an item by dropping into the conversation with
her that I was financially well-off and that with the passing of my father,
I had inherited not only the farm as I called it but in fact an estate in
Hertfordshire as well as the estate in Scotland. I had financial
independence they could not imagine, and I think Darren took it well, this
news I had not shared with him.

Richard and Fred decided to stay the night because they had too much to
drink and couldn't drive home. Dan and Margaret departed slightly worse for
wear and I'm sure the gossip of my wealth became a topic of conversation on
their way home. Uncle Bill then sat with Darren and I on the porch until
the early hours talking as we had never talked before and with his guiding
experiences, Uncle Bill recounted the tale of his life with Brian and how
when he and Brian had got together, how hard it had been because then, it
was unlawful being homosexual and how they had overcome very difficult
issues and obstacles in their relationship.

I don't know what time it was when Uncle Bill went to bed, but he left us
on the porch, holding hands with my head on Darren's shoulder. In a wild
impetuous moment, I suggested to Darren we take the pickup, drive to his
place, take the horses and ride to the summit and watch the sunrise
overlooking Vancouver Island and the Pacific. Dan and Margaret had gone to
bed by this time and so we quietly parked the pickup, stripped naked,
saddled the horses, and headed for the summit and there we sat together as
the sun came up providing us with the most wonderful views......, and yes,
since you are probably wondering, we made love.