Farmers Boy Toy

From the age of sixteen to just after my eighteenth birthday, I was the boy toy of a nearby farmer.
There was just me and my mum and living in a semi rural area, with not much, if any work around.
So when I finished my exams, my mum got me a job working at Collins's farm.
On my first day there, he gave me a kind of physical to see what I'd be capable of, as he said I was small and skinny.
Naked in front of him in his equipment shed, he took out his cock and told me "If you can't make me cum, you're no use".
Mum and I desperately needed the money, so still naked I got on my knees and began stroking his growing cock.
After a few minutes he told me to put it in my mouth, saying I'd earn extra each week if I pleasured him each day.
Opening my mouth I let him slide his seven inch cock over my tongue, and over the next fifteen or so minutes, I learned just how he liked his cock sucked.
When he came, Mr Collins had hold of my head and literally forced me to swallow.
That day he began teaching me about the jobs he wanted me to do around the farm.
Each day after that, as soon as I arrived, he'd take me to different places around the farm, take his dick out and have me suck him off. And I have to admit after a couple of weeks, not only was I extremely good at giving Mr Collins head, I also began to really enjoy sucking him off and tasting his sticky load.
Things changed one Friday afternoon when his wife left to drive into town. I'd already sucked him off that morning, yet he didn't stop telling me just how much he wanted to fuck my arse.
Knowing we, my mother and I, still needed more money, as soon as she drove off, I told Mr Collins I'd let him fuck me, but only if he added more money to my weekly 'bonus'.
I knew he could afford it, so I was cheeky in the amount I asked for.
If I'd have known just how painful it was going to be in their kitchen, taking his cock up my arsehole over the table from behind, I might not have let him cover my hole in butter and slowly enter my backside.
It hurt like an absolute bitch, and I tried to pull away a few times. But he held me tight saying I'd soon get used to it. And besides as he pointed out, we'd already agreed a higher bonus.
I can't remember how long it took him to cum up my arse, but it wasn't quick. All I knew riding home on my bike later, I never sat down once.
The following week when Mrs Collins went back into town, we went up to his shower.
Sucking on his cock first, I really tried to make him cum in my mouth, but he soon had me stand up and face the wall.
Then pulling my arse cheeks apart, I felt his hot mouth and tongue go to work on my hole.
It felt amazing and I was soon making moans of joy. That's when he stood up, coated my arsehole in hair conditioner and slid his cock up my rear.
It still hurt somewhat, but nowhere near as bad as the previous week.
And after he began to fuck me in a slow rhythm, it started to feel incredibly good. So good I found myself backing onto his cock as he thrust in harder and deeper.
By the time my cock erupted, spurting my cum all over the tiled wall in front of me, I was literally begging him to fuck me deeper.
When Mr Collins came up my bum, he turned my head and kissed my mouth. Our first kiss.
From then on, each morning we'd find somewhere to suck and fuck before we began work. We'd sometimes fuck for over an hour, but usually it was over and done in less than fifteen minutes.
Then one morning as I arrived, he came out and told me he'd not need me that week. What I didn't know, is Mrs Collins had seen us fucking in the tractor shed the previous Friday.
They'd talked all weekend and it was decided I wouldn't work the following week.
It was actually Mrs Collins who drove to our home to speak to me on her way to town. She told me I could start back on Monday, but only if I promised not to ever tell anyone that her husband and I were fucking.
When I agreed, she let me know she knew about Mr Collins and my 'agreement' on the bonus. And that I'd still be expected to earn it.
Only later did I Iearn that they'd not had sex in some time. And indeed Mrs Collins herself was having an affair. And that's why she drove into town every Friday, to have lesbian sex with a pub landlady.
It was much better once the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. As some days when it was raining especially, we'd fuck in their farm house, even with Mrs Collins at home.
It got to the point where she and I became great friends and she'd often make me meals to take home.
There was a break in me working at the Collins's farm for nearly three months as I went to college. But I hated it, even though my mother tried to make me stay there.
When she fell behind with the rent, I phoned Mr Collins and asked him if he'd take me back on.
That afternoon I was lay on my back taking his cock up my arsehole, overlooking the river that flows at the bottom end of the Collins's farm.
I went on to work for them for some time, and each day I had sex with Mr Collins.
Our daily fucks ended when Mr Collins became ill. I still worked on the farm for quite a while, but on my own in the end as Mr Collins health deteriorated.
When he passed away, Mrs Collins sold the farm and I went to work in town.
These days, now living and working on my own smallholding which I've worked hard to pay for, I still see Mrs Collins every now and then. She's in a relationship with another woman and I'm still a fuck boy for an older farmer.
We met at the autumn fair last year, where he let me know he knew Mr Collins well.
That evening I drove over to his farm to supposedly discuss farming issues. But we both knew why I was there.
He fucked me in his beautiful lounge with his two dogs asleep by the fire.
Each week we visit each other for sex and to talk about farming issues. But it's the sex I really look forward to, as his cock is enormous.

This is a brief, but true account of how my mouth and arsehole were introduced to gay sex. And all I can say is, Thank you Mr Collins.