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Subject: Farmers and Sons 1 Farmers and Sons A story about an English village, involving multiple characters, farmers and more, fathers and sons. In this episode we meet father and son, Rob and George Rob Nolan (22) George Nolan - his father, farmer (38) 1)Rob I was a crap farmer, but I could do paperwork, and there was plenty of that, leaving Dad to do what he enjoyed - farming. And I had managed to build a business, working remotely from home. We lived together comfortably, too comfortably perhaps, we were like an established couple and there seemed no pressure to get a partner. I was gay, and occasionally went up to town for the weekend, to hook up at the gay bars. I have no idea what Dad did, that was the one area we didn't talk about. "Is it something that you are comfortable with, father and son doing it, or any other combination for that matter?" Dad considered for a bit, "Depends. Age for a start, after all Tony is an adult and perfectly capable of deciding for himself. It'd be different if he was a kid", he paused, "Of course, depends on how you define a kid. Bit of a grey area too." There was another silence. We had both had a couple of pints and so were relaxed without being over the top, and that made the conversation easier, inhibitions were dropped. Dad continued, "I can understand the temptation, kids can be attractive sometimes. But when you live with them all the time, you see the annoying bits too." I grinned, I had been an annoying child, "So you never fancied doing it with me?" "Oh yes, I thought of it, when you hit your later teens you had moments when you weren't bad looking." We often joshed each other about my looks, it was OK because when I turned 17, I became almost the spitting image of Dad. Except he was a dark blond and I was a sort of red head. Then I took in what he said, he was OK with incest with me. Shit. "What about you, how would it feel doing your old man?", Dad looked at me wryly. "You mean, apart from the fact that I would be fucking myself?". We both grinned. "There are times when I have thought you aren't half bad looking, and that I could do a lot worse. Have done a lot worse, recently." "Not been good has it?" "No, I think I'm losing my touch. Certainly, no-one I would ever think of bringing home." The conversation had shied away from the detail, and if we had kept on walking perhaps the embarrassing moment would have passed. But Dad announced he needed a piss - those beers were starting to count. So, he stopped and unzipped. Perhaps because he was feeling relaxed, or perhaps because of our conversation, he didn't turn to one side. He stood there, almost facing me and unfastened his trousers, belt, and zip, and allowed them to drop a bit. He was going commando! Dad. I got sight of his substantial cock and blond bush, then a stream of piss. My own bladder was full too, so I unzipped, and I pushed my briefs down so that I let everything hang out too. My pubes would be red if I had any. My hair was dark, my beard had bits gölcük escort bayan of red, but the pubes were full-on red, so I had shaved everything off since I was 18. We both pissed companionably, each, I think, checking out the other. And when the pissing stopped, we didn't zip up again, instead we both started to get hard. Was this really happening. Dad gave his cock the merest stroke, but that was enough and soon we were standing, side by side, trousers round our ankles, exploring, fingers moving round arse cracks, balls, and rock-hard cocks. "I think we'd better finish this properly inside, before I make too much of an exhibition of myself" So, we zipped up and took our bulges back home. Once inside, Dad turned to me. "I'm going to get comfortable and slip out of these things. Why don't you do the same and then join in the bedroom?" He was laying himself open, I could have easily gone to my room and stayed there. But I didn't. I'd had two beers, my cock was rock hard, I was horny, and my Dad had suggested we fuck. So, I stripped off and went into his bedroom. He grinned when he saw me, both of us rock hard. He was sitting on the bed, his cock pointing to the ceiling. Neither of us was hairy, he had a smooth body, partly tanned, and just a mass of blond pubes. I was similarly smooth, but white with a completely shaved cock and balls. There was a lot of exploration to be done, I'd hardly seen Dad naked since I was a kid and certainly not as close as this or as hard. But we got there, eventually, and guided by him I found myself fucking his arse. And loving it. Afterwards we kissed, not a family peck, but a proper deep kiss. Then Dad pulled away, "Better stop, or else I'll want round two, but at the moment I'm fucking hungry." We went downstairs to get something to eat, with the promise of a further session. To my surprise, he suggested not bothering to dress, no worth the bother, so bollock naked we assembled some food and then took it through to the living room to eat. Luckily, the farm is away from anywhere, so we can walk round like that with impunity. Not that we ever had before. Having fucked, I wasn't sure what next. Did we talk about it? "Fuck, that was good, can't remember the last time I had sex properly, and watching you wandering around in your briefs had been giving me too many ideas." Dad grinned at me. "You could have said" "And have you back off horrified and leave again. No, I am a great believer in keeping what you have rather than worrying about what might be. But I am still glad it happened." "Me too. We can do it again?" "As often as you want,", Dad grinned again, "I'm perfectly happy to wear you out." "You don't want to, you know, swap places." "No fear, I like it perfectly the way we did it thank you." So, we did it again, on the living room sofa, slower this time, with more cuddling. And my tongue spent longer exploring Dad's arse. Delicious. "So, when did you start shaving?" "I was teased unmercifully about kocaeli otele gelen escort my pubes being red at school, so as soon as I left, I shaved them off. And decided I liked it. I like guys like that. Not that I've met any. Since when did you start going commando all the time?" Dad smiled, "When you left, and I could wander around like this with impunity. Didn't seem worth the bother of washing them. When I'm working, I like having everything hanging loose under the overalls." "Don't you worry about people seeing you" Another grin from Dad, "I've never worried about that, quite the reverse. But I had to curb those tendencies when I had an inquisitive three-year-old wandering around the place. When you came back, I did wonder but I worried it might freak you out more and then, well, I just lacked the courage to ask. Too frightened of you saying no, I suppose." He stroked my shaved, pubes, and my cock twitched, "You do everything?", I nodded. "Mmm, I definitely like it." We were quiet for a moment, the TV was on, but we were hardly paying it any attention. "Tell you what, I've a deal for you." Dad was always saying this, it had been his way of getting me to do things, if you do that then I'll do this. "I'll shave this lot off", he ran a hand over his pubes, "and you stop wearing briefs" I looked at him, "You mean both shaved and both going commando" He grinned and nodded, "and both bollock naked. If you are getting so matey with my arse, I can't see the point of covering up, can you!" It was too late to do anything about that now, but I looked forward to seeing Dad fully shaved, and as for going commando. Well, why not! As we walked upstairs to bed, Dad indicated his bedroom door, "You want to come in here with me?" "Spend the night you mean?" "Of course, all night." So I did. --oOo--oOo-- Next morning, it seemed strange waking up next to Dad. I had slept with him before, when I was a kid and was ill, or when we'd stayed at my aunt's as her spare room only had a double bed in it. But this was different. We came to lazily, kissed and then my cock found his arse as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Afterwards, I dozed again, and Dad got up; he always did get up earlier than I. When I got downstairs, coffee was on and it smelled good. Dad was naked, stood facing the worktop slicing some bread for toast. He was 38 (I was a youthful accident, and so much of a handful as a child that he claimed to have vowed never to have any more kids), and in pretty good shape. We were both similar height and chunky, he was perhaps a bit thicker round the middle than I, but his legs looked great and his arse was firm and delectable. Then he turned round, a grin on his face. "What do you think?" He was shaved smooth, and it looked good. Going commando would be a small price to pay. We had breakfast, but then I showed him quite how much I liked the new look. Right there on the kitchen table. It was the weekend, so Derek, the kocaeli sınırsız escort guy who helped Dad on the farm, would not be around which meant that we had much more freedom. Dad suggested that I didn't need to dress, we could both be a bit more casual. He was pulling on his overalls over his naked body, it looked rather sexy the way he simply did up a couple of buttons at the bottom making him technically decent but revealing much and promising more? "How casual, you mean like this?", I stood up and opened my arms, showing off. Dad laughed, "Yeah. If you're comfortable I don't see the need to dress around the house. It's not as if anyone can see us?" "Did you used to do that?" Dad reddened a bit, "Sometimes. It's a bit difficult when you have a kid around, I didn't want to invite questions or to attract attention. It's difficult enough to bring a kid up alone besides people getting odd ideas. So no, not much, not as much as I wanted. But when you went to stay with your great Aunt, then I could." I considered this, I was beginning to learn that Dad was a bit of an exhibitionist and a nudist, did I mind? In fact, it intrigued me. But whilst the farm might be isolated there were others. "What about Derek?", I couldn't quite imagine us wandering around bollock naked when he was about, but Dad thought different. "I'm sure Derek will be fine. He's never had a problem with hanging loose, and like me, never wears anything under his overalls." It wasn't what Dad said so much as the way he said it. "Were you and him an item?" Dad went bright red, "Nooo. Not as such. It was a long, long time ago and we just helped each other out, as buddies." He wouldn't say more and went off to work. --oOo--oOo-- So, life changed, but remained the same. I never moved back into my own room, I stayed in Dad's room. It became our room. I learned to enjoy being a naked all the time, and Dad and I went at it regularly, and everywhere. The sight of his naked arse was enough to set me diving in. And, as predicted Derek was totally cool. That first Monday morning, come coffee time both he and Dad appeared in the kitchen, stark naked and grinning. I certainly needn't have worried. Derek was a tall burly bloke, with a generous covering of black hair. Far hairier than anything I ever fancied, but it looked good on him and his cock was one of the most substantial I had ever seen. I think Dad would have been up for fucking in front of Derek, but I wasn't so keen, and Dad didn't push it. Still, it became clear that Dad had told Derek about us, and he seemed totally cool. Life seemed completely cool, but then as we were coming to the end of our second weekend, there was the horrible thought. What are we going to do about Dominic? --------------------------------------- Freedom is not free, please think about donating to Nifty http://donate./donate.html Someone asked whether the characters in my stories are cut or not. Well they are mostly British, so the likelihood is they are uncut. I like my guys shaved, so usually my characters all end up shaved smooth at some point. I enjoy hearing from people, so feel free to contact me with thoughts and ideas, this story is largely written for quite a few episodes, but there is always room for tweaking. My other fty//gay/incest/the-photographer/ Rick ail