Date: Thu, 5 May 2022 08:31:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Borehamwood Man Subject: Uncle-Bills-Farm Chapter 8 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 It was the day after monumental events. I had received a ring from Darren and in the early hours of the day, we had left everybody in bed and had taken the horses to the summit overlooking Vancouver, naked and in love. We had arrived and as before, we tied the horses up and then laid down in the long grass watching the sunrise from behind us as we gazed upon Vancouver Island and the Pacific with the sun reflected on the ocean and bringing the colours of the distant islands into life for the new day. There we were with me snuggled up next to Darren playing with his pubic hair, twisting it gently in a playful mood and moving my fingers all round his penis and balls and running my fingers up and down his shaft every now and then driving him mad with anticipation. We had already made love but my actions aroused Darren again and the more I played with him, the stronger his erection grew until I couldn't take it anymore and shuffled down away from his shoulder until I could feel his penis against my lips and that was it, I had to suck it regardless if Darren was dozing. I took his whole shaft in my mouth and gently sucked and stroked his beautiful erect cock for quite a long time. Gently enough to please him as I edged him ever closer to an orgasm but being an evil lover, when I sensed him about to cum, I stopped sucking although his cock remained in my mouth as I breathed heavily through my nose. I remember doing this for quite a while but how long I can't quite remember but eventually, I had to take him and brought him to the edge and then continued until he exploded in my mouth, and I took it all. Once he had cum and I was finishing licking it all up, I kept sucking his lovely cock until he could not take it anymore and as he squirmed and wriggled through excitement to be released, I just kept going, loving the effects of his further dry orgasm and sensation. It was breakfast time when we decided to return the horses via Uncle Bill's because we had left our clothes at Darren's barn and his father would probably be up and working on the farm by that time and we couldn't exactly ride naked into the stables in case Dan, Darren's father saw us. We tied the horses up outside the porch and this was enough to wake the house and Richard, wearing only his y-fronts was the first to come out onto the porch greeting us with a beaming smile and congratulating us on this being our first full day together. Uncle Bill and Fred were nowhere to be seen since they had not woken yet and with Richard sipping coffee on the porch, Darren and I went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I soon found out that Darren's idea of breakfast was not quite the same as mine because in a single action, Darren lifted me onto the kitchen table with my legs dangling over the edge and pushed me backwards to lie on my back and then taking his hands he gently ran his fingers down my chest whilst he bent forward and took my cock in his mouth and gave me the most wonderful pre-breakfast blowjob but before I could cum in his mouth, he stopped sucking and decided to edge my pulsating cock until I exploded in cum that hit the top of my chest and shot into my hair and face. My spunk was thick and lots of it as it dribbled down my nose and cheeks and Darren then kissed my mouth, my nose and cheeks, licking all my juice and sharing it with his tongue against my tongue and I could taste the warm salty juice that was me, just me. I guess Darren couldn't control himself any longer because he shuffled me down the table a bit until my bottom was freely available for him and he entered me as I laid on the table. Slightly rough to begin with but then he slowed down and made love to me and as he shot his load into me, Richard walked in to refill his coffee, took one look at us and walked out again apologising for disturbing us. Darren had consummated our union yet again that day and I was full of him and fully in love as I laid there on the table with Darren still in me and leaning over my chest embraced in a wonderful sensual deep kiss that I didn't want to end. It must have been a site for Uncle Bill and Fred when they entered the kitchen wearing their y-fronts seeing his nephew locked together with Darren on the kitchen table and as Fred brushed past the table and provided a gentle splap on Darren's bottom with a gentle greeting of "morning". This bought us out of our loving haze and mist and we broke apart and composed ourselves as Fred and Uncle Bill served themselves coffee and walked out onto the porch to join Richard who had also replenished his own coffee by that time. I served coffee for Darren and I and naked, we walked out to join the group and sat on the sofa, side by side, holding hands and just enjoying the early morning conversations that invariably involved the weather and what was everyone going to do that day. Like a silly virgin, I giggled in a wicked way knowing that I had plans that day which involved getting as much of Darren as I could. With time pressing, Darren became conscious that we had to take the horses back and this reality changed the scene and after coffee, we got dressed and rode off towards Darren's farm. Upon arriving, we returned the horses to the stables and for some unknown reason we couldn't find our clothes in the stable. Sheer panic broke out with the thought that Dan had found them but much to our relief, Margaret had left a note on the hay bale saying she had found them and had put them in the pick-up. Thank God for that I remember us both agreeing. At that point we went into the kitchen and said good morning to Margaret, and we had another cup of coffee as we discussed the events the day before. In many respects there was a level of excitement and acceptance from Margaret and Dan that was new and enjoyable to experience. I felt and Darren felt, relaxed with each other and how events had unravelled. Eventually, we drove back to Uncle Bill's, parked the pick-up and at my suggestion, we stripped for a day of naked fun with my expectations of lots of love making if we could manage it. I remember joking with Darren that if he could manage it, he could have me anytime he wanted, and I'm pleased to say that Darren didn't let me down and rose to the challenge. EPILOGUE Uncle Bill found love with Brian. I found love with Darren. Fred and Richard found each other, and Darren's parents became part of the family we created or in my case, joined. Darren and I Against all the odds, Darren and I survived, and we have been together since 1983 and legally married for the last 14 of those 39 years. I will not deny that our life together was hard to begin with but over time we settled down like any other couple, but I can tell you it's been fun and games. It might be that our survival was because we didn't have any money worries after the passing of my father, but we also think that we are soulmates and we found each other. Darren finished school and became a social worker and in 1993 we set up a halfway house for young gay men and women on the farm whereby our guests could just be themselves and have time to think about their life and how to recover from the trauma and abuse that had been part of their childhood before they arrived at the farm. There were of course eccentricities our guests would have had to deal with as I'm sure you can imagine, but Darren and I are not idiots either but nudity on the farm continued and our guests accepted it as being a way of life and in all honesty, we have never had any objections, just eyebrow raising moments as they say. We have also had some of our guests share our naturist approach and found their own personal freedom. This includes our permanent guests who came and have never left and embraced our approach to openness and physical contact. Yes, there were times when Darren and I built up strong relationships with some of our guests (the guests that haven't left) but the majority of times, we just supported many guests get through their unfinished business. Darren and I became and remain very active in the gay community of Vancouver, and I have to say that, on the back of being abused as a child, my experiences provided an insight to help others hence the halfway house. To my joy, we have helped many young gay men and women and of that we are proud. Sadly, though (only joking) we can't get rid of two guests due to the fact they arrived, felt comfortable and stayed. I won't mention their names, but one male guest has a long-term partner now, and we built a pad for them, and they like us, are still together and continue to work on the farm and with our guests who might need that extra support from people who have experienced similar abuse and living conditions. A female guest got married 4 years ago to a really nice man from the local area who is proud of the fact that he is bi like his wife and they have had two lovely boys. We built them a bungalow for their family, and they live and work on the farm all year round. Darren and I love their boys. They are growing up with us being their mad but loving uncles and they don't judge even when they catch me in the greenhouses, naked, although in the early days they did ask me why I don't wear clothes but they know their Uncle Steve and Darren and they too are often naked running around playing or trying to help their naked eccentric uncles. Freedom and expression are openly encouraged and judgement is never on the table. Today, April 2022, Darren and I spend our time wintering in the UK and summering in Vancouver. Home though is Vancouver, and we will be flying back on the 1st of May. Uncle Bill Uncle Bill passed away in 1995 and I inherited the farm. I can't describe how huge his passing was and I could spend huge amounts of time saying what a stout fellow he was. All I can say is that Uncle Bill transformed my life and allowed me the opportunity to find my own peace. He never abused me and always treated me as I requested during the thirty days, I was his volunteer and guest. What we had never figured in the equation was me meeting Darren and this single meeting led to love. Uncle Bill was fab. Even as I write this, I miss him and each spring I can't wait to take Darren home to Vancouver. He was an extraordinary man with many secrets, but I just remember him sitting on the porch in his y-fronts as he always did, drinking coffee or sipping wine. He also introduced me to sensual bathing which even today, Darren and I continue to provide each other. Richard and Fred. Like Uncle Bill, they passed away in the late 90's. It was terribly sad, but Fred got a very aggressive form of cancer and passed away, but he and Richard remained frequent visitors and towards the end, Richard nursed Fred at the house and many times I used to sit with Fred on the porch drinking wine. With Fred's passing, Richard went downhill very quickly, but he never ceased to be a visitor in our family. Margaret and Dan Darren's mum was always cool with us and as time went by, we became an extended family and we look back at the BBQ's, celebrations and Christmas's with Uncle Bill, Richard, Fred, Dan, and Margaret. We also had the fortune to help them when it became apparent, they hadn't been able to plan for their retirement and when they made the decision to sell up in order to finance their retirement, we quietly contacted the estate agent and told them only to sell to us. Darren and I popped over and we sat there in the kitchen and announced they didn't have to move because Darren and I would buy the farm from them and that they could remain until their time came to depart for pastures new. They were speechless but as I said, the money was not an issue, but family was an issue that we were not prepared to allow the family to split up. Dan eventually embraced our relationship and even became an active supporter of gay rights in his own way when we got him to help with the halfway home and the local agricultural college students needing practical tutoring on the farm. Sadly, they both passed in the early 2000's but with their passing, we merged the two farms together and gave the local agricultural college students practical access to learning by managing Darren's family farm. My mother My mother passed in 2014. She never quite understood what she had done wrong when I was growing up. I never forgave her in many respects because she had the chance to protect me from my father, but she chose not to do so even though she knew what was going on. Towards the end, she finally accepted Darren and he and I decided that we would do the right thing and divide our time between Canada and the UK. Alas, she never came to our wedding but that was ok because we had our family and friends in Vancouver who celebrated our final union in the eyes of the law. With her passing, a chapter in my life came to an end and I closed the book forever. The farm The farm, the farm. According to my accountant it runs at a loss but as I constantly reminded him, when one has a lot of money one doesn't mind, and I don't really care even today. Darren and I have made it a hub for those less well of in society. Created employment and apprenticeship schemes locally with the development and expansion of the commercial greenhouses and the halfway house scheme continues to offer young gay men and women a refuge whilst they come to terms with their feelings and sexuality. Darren and I also followed a love for horses by starting a breeding programme for Shires and over the years have made various contributions to the Canadian Shire Horse Association. Today, we keep nine Shire's and both Darren and I enjoy riding them and upon our return to Vancouver, we plan to introduce the boys (our nephews as so to speak) to a couple of Shire foals which will become theirs for life and as they grown, the boys can learn to ride them and hopefully in time, we will all go riding together. Shire horses can grow very tall, but they have the most wonderful temperament and always remain "cool" and relaxed. Gentle giants. With regards to the muddy puddle. It's still there but seasonally affected as I'm sure you will appreciate but we both look at it sometimes with fond memories. Maybe this year we will have a mud fight with the boys and get very muddy and then give them back to mum and dad afterwards whilst Darren and I go for a well overdue walk through the woods. Who knows? The future Who knows? I will though recount more experiences of our life together.