Village Boy

When he caught me taking stuff from his shop, he didn't call the police or inform my parents, instead he took me into the back of the shop and had me suck his cock.
I knew if he did call the cops and or tell my parents it'd be really really bad for me. So I learned over that half an hour that he shut his shop, just how he liked me to lick, kiss and suck on his cock and balls.
And what's more I actually enjoyed having him fuck my throat.
And when he came, and boy did he cum, he held my head firmly forcing me to swallow his gorgeous seed.
All he said as he opened the shops rear door was "Six o'clock tomorrow evening. Don't be late".
I wasn't late and because he'd closed up for the day, as well as sucking on his cock, he rimmed and fingered my arsehole making me cum all over his store rooms floor.
The day after my sixteenth birthday I visited his shop and waited.
He drove us up to the rocky bluff above our village and after lots of oral sex both ways, I experienced what it felt like to be fucked.
He had me lean naked over the bonnet of his car as he slid his cock up me from behind. The pain was just bearable, but it soon went and I honestly couldn't get enough of the wonderful feelings his cock drove my whole body to.
Receiving his cum deep inside me for the first time is something I'll always remember and something we went onto do until one afternoon two years later when I was told he'd been killed in a car crash.
Our village all turned out for his funeral and it was at his wake I first met one of the local farmers. Someone who apparently knew of my gay liaisons.
Letting me know he could use a hand on his farm for a few weeks if I wanted the work (I was on summer break from college) I said yes.
On my first day working at the farm, K told me he knew **** had been fucking me and wondered if id like to enjoy some fun with him.
That afternoon in the corner of the bottom field near the river, I gave K a blow job and then knelt up against his tractor as K fucked me bareback from behind.
It was the start of five weeks where each weekday id suck K's cock and he'd fuck me. Or he'd drain my balls giving me a blow job.
It's been three years since ****'s funeral and I now have a steady girlfriend.
However most weekends I like to visit K early mornings and take his cock deep inside my arsehole. K's an early riser in every sense and trust me after not cumming all week, he certainly floods my bowels with his spunk.
My girlfriend knows im bisexual and knows K's fucking me at the weekend.
But then nothing seems to be a secret in our village.