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Subject: Uncle Bill’s Farm Part 3 Nifty needs their donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please support by making a donation using this link fty/ Uncle Bill’s farm Part 3 It was early the day after the spanking that Uncle Bill had given me and on top of that, I was smooth as anything after Bill shaving me. I discovered that Bill liked men to be hairless and he had ensured I fitted his expectations. I also discovered that Bill enjoyed me being around and in particularly naked and agreeable to his advances whenever he got the urge. It was a good working relationship as they say. However, my bottom had not quite recovered from the spanking I received yesterday, and the view must have been quite something for the beholder. Bruises with the outlines of where the belt had marked my bottom. As normal, I had my list of chores to complete, and Uncle Bill had said I could take the afternoon off if I wanted to explore the extensive woods behind the farm. I wasn’t sure about doing that because I had no clothes and whilst I was comfortable in Bill’s company, meeting someone on a naked walk outside the safety of the farm could be tricky and potentially illegal so I dumped that idea in favour of sunbathing. As luck would have it, I had to move some hay bales from the barn to the fields for the cattle and needed to use the tractor. As I walked over to collect the tractor, I noticed that Uncle Bill had forgotten to take home the red y-fronts and vest that had been the catalyst for my punishment yesterday. There they were exactly where they had been dropped on the trailer although they were still covered in the mud, but they were available, and I could wear them for a walk in the woods. Ok, they were dirty, but I liked them and if I bumped into anybody during my walk, just wearing underwear on a beautiful day is not unlawful albeit perhaps a little strange but I was happy to now plan my afternoon off. I finished my chores in good time and returned to the house for lunch. Uncle Bill sat on the porch eyeing me as I approached and once, I arrived he pulled out a map and started to suggest a route through the woods leading the way to the top of the quite reasonable hill that had a splendid view over the surrounding area. I agreed that I would follow his suggestion and so we had lunch and afterwards, would I asked Uncle Bill if it would be ok to remain naked on my walk. Uncle Bill responded that all the woods were shared ownership between him and his neighbour and as such, were private with no public right of way so it would be fine for me to abide by our contract. Okay I thought but I knew it wouldn’t be a problem because I had his y-fronts and vest. I departed on my walk with Uncle Bill yet again watching me walk away, naked as the day I was born but unbeknownst to Uncle Bill, I had hidden the y-fronts and vest in anticipation, and it was for this hiding place I headed straight towards. Having retrieved my stash as so to speak, I dressed and inspected the state of the underwear. Yep, they were caked in dry mud, but they were perfect for the intended use. I entered the woods at the spot Uncle Bill had told me and the path was clearly visible and straightforward to follow. I must have walked for forty-five minutes slowly going uphill. The woods smelled fresh and clean. Birds could be heard through the wind in the trees, and I felt at one with myself. Approximately five minutes later I rounded a corner on the footpath and would you believe, there was a young man standing on the path with a rifle who was istanbul travesti clearly hunting for something but I don’t think he expected to catch someone in just their y-fronts and vest but as strange as it was, he greeted me with a friendly smile supported by a hi there to which I returned his greetings. After a brief introduction of sorts, Darren who was the neighbour’s son, yep that was his name, and he was sixteen years old dived in asking if I was staying with Bill to which I confirmed I was. Darren then went on to explain that Bill was a bit of a legend in the area and was widely known for his eccentric behaviour including his naturist tendencies. We laughed when I explained that strangely enough, I was spending a month with him, and I had to remain naked all the time except for going off farm. I also said that Bill didn’t count the woods as being off farm, so I was infringing the rules by wearing his y-fronts and vest. Darren thought it funny especially the fact that I was wearing Bill’s y-fronts and vest and asked me if I was gay to which I said yes and I returned the question to which Darren responded by saying he wasn’t sure. He liked girls but he also liked boys and seeing me had caused him a mild amount of excitement as he termed it. I asked Darren if he had ever been with a boy to which he replied no and then quickly changed the subject of the conversation by asking me why my y-fronts and vest were so muddy. So, I confessed and recounted the tale from yesterday including the part where I had to undress whilst on the tractor and dropped them into the mud before the thrashing, I received for invading Uncle Bill’s privacy as well as the breach of contract and trust. Darren was fascinated but didn’t ask to have a look which surprised me, but it was cool. And then to my surprise Darren asked if he could join me on my walk as he was bored trying to find something to shoot and I was only too happy to enjoy the company of a boy not much younger than me. It was at this point that Darren also asked if he could be like me and not being quite sure what he was asking I assumed he was meaning dressed like me to which he responded yes, it would be fine and cool if he stripped to his own underwear. Well, Darren didn’t hesitate as he started to remove his shirt and then I watched in anticipation as he undid his shorts to reveal his tighty whities, and it was then I witnessed his erection bulging and protruding outwards but confined. It was this site that caused my own erection and I wondered what Darren would be like naked. It goes without saying that Darren saw my stonking erection but didn’t comment even when he said he looked good. Hiding the clothes and rifle, we commenced our walk with Darren leading the way and all I could see was his lovely, cute bottom, so firm and inviting just yards ahead of me. I do not know how long it was but without warning, Darren stopped in front of me, and I had my opportunity to bump into him from behind and I took my chance and put my hands around his waist touching the material of his underwear. Darren did not resist as I moved my hand down over the front of his tight whities, and for the first time I felt his erect cock. It was lovely just to feel. In terms of size, it was average like mine at about six inches but marginally thinner. He was also unshaved. Not wanting to lose the minute as they say, I slipped my hands inside his briefs and slowly started to pull them down, slowly at first in case I had misread the vibes but still, Darren offered kadıköy travesti no resistance. Darren not having a vest made it easier and having slipped is briefs halfway down his bottom, I then resisted a little to play with his nipples and chest bearing in mind, that he was still standing in front of me with his back to my chest so I had ample ability to tease him, pinch his nipples and play with this hair and earlobes. I then returned to his cock and continued my journey by resuming my efforts to take his briefs down and before long, out popped his cock, erect and pulsating as his briefs fell to the ground and he stepped out of them. Oh my god, he was naked and beautiful, firm and his skin just delectable. My own cock was erect and pushing the cotton material to its limits. Now wanking Darren slowly with my right hand, I could feel his pre-cum whilst my left hand was employed in lowering my own y-fronts which eventually dropped to the ground thereby permitting Darren to feel against his back my very aroused and pulsating erection. Darren was beautiful and I moved round him and dropped to my knees, and I could not resist the temptation of his cock in my mouth. He groaned as I started to suck his manhood whilst playing with his balls and crack and slowly, I could feel him becoming more rigid and I knew he was about to explode. I stopped a minute and took my vest off and then resumed sucking him until I felt the first spasms of his orgasm and just as he was shooting his load, I released him so he could see his teenage sperm shoot all over my face and chest. It was impressive that such a young man could pump so much cum over me and my hair, face, and eyes. Once Darren had finished pumping his load I stood up and kissed him still with his cum running down my face and I suspect this was the first time he had tasted his cum or any cum, but he kissed me passionately whilst not resisting the taste of new sperm in his mouth. It was indeed a very special occasion. We broke apart and looked at each other in an incredibly special way and I’m not saying it was love at site but special if you know what I mean. Darren then turned me around because he wanted to see my bottom and upon viewing that handy work of Uncle Bill from the day before, his singular response to what he witnessed was a big wow whilst saying to me it must have hurt. Yep, it did but I was over it and as I reminded him, I was more interested in him and his body and not spanking him at that moment in time. Anyway, there we were naked and milked and in a moment of silence just enjoying what had happened. At that point, I suggest to Darren that we continue our naked walk up the hill and so hand in hand we proceeded to the top. It was a great view from the top and I’m not referring to the countryside view either. Darren was there with me and as we occasionally say in England, it turned out very nice indeed. The walk back down was easy and uneventful to say the least and although I wanted to suck Darren again, I thought it best to leave it for the day. It must have been a big moment for him, and I wanted him to feel relaxed in his new company. When we got back to the spot where our clothes were, he got dressed and we kissed each other good by with an agreement that we would try and meet again. We parted. Darren went one way and I continued down the path but this time still naked with the intension of hiding the y-fronts and vest for future use which I duly did. It was a good walk and I was happy as I walked round the front bakırköy travesti of the house to find Uncle Bill in his tighty white y-fronts on the porch as he always seemed to be and greeted him with delight and cheerfulness to which, Uncle Bill asked if I had had a nice time with Darren. Gosh, the shock of the question and I remember asking myself how he knew. I chose not to lie and told Uncle Bill it was lovely, and we had enjoyed each other’s company. It was then that Uncle Bill recounted his matchmaking insofar as, he had seen Darren the day before and knowing that Darren wasn’t sure about his sexuality, Uncle Bill suggested they plan a meeting between him and I. What a shock indeed but it had proved to be quite a success as I described the meeting with Darren and what we had done. Bill was delighted because as he termed it, it’s not good to be uncomfortable with your sexuality and that perhaps meeting me would been good for Darren. Uncle Bill also said that he had invited Darren over whenever he fancied and wishing to see me. At that point, Uncle Bill mentioned that he could not find the red y-fronts and vest which he remembered were left on the trailer and he wondered if I had seen them. I did not expect this question and I must have hesitated in answering because Uncle Bill suspected more than I was saying. I could lie to him, so I told him that I had been nervous about walking in the woods naked in case I was discovered so I had borrowed them. At that point, Uncle Bill expressed his disappointment that I had taken them again and that I should be punished again for the same crime as so to speak. However, with my bottom not fully recovered from his belt and that Uncle Bill was only wearing his y-fronts, he produced from his chair the paddle he had used the previous week, grabbed my arm, and pulled me over his lap then and there and started to provide a stern paddling. This time I was to receive twelve strokes of his fine paddle squarely on my cheeks and I was to count each delivery. After the fifth stroke I was beginning to squirm. After the eight I had started to moan and squeal loudly and by the tenth I was shedding tears and begging him to stop. I am not sure if Uncle Bill felt sorry for me, but he then moved it up a gear and delivered the last two strokes in quick succession, but it was too much to handle, and I wet myself and warm water was pouring for Uncle Bill’s thighs and soaking into his y-fronts. Uncle Bill stood me up and I said I was sorry for taking the underwear again and I was also sorry for wetting him. As he stood up, he was quick to answer me by saying it was ok and he was not surprised I had wet myself as he was pulling down his wet y-fronts. There he was again, naked in front of me and as I looked at him, I felt myself being aroused and shortly afterwards, my erection was complete and Uncle Bill seeing my cock ready and waiting for action he decided he would have me then and there and took me onto the grass, told me to drop to the grass on all fours and having assumed the position I felt his finger inserting itself into me and once lubricated, his penis entered me with much expectations and anticipation. It was a great feeling as he thrust into me with slightly more determination than normal, and I could feel him deep inside me touching my prostate thereby creating the most amazing sensation and I could not contain myself and my juice erupted from my erect but untouched cock just about the same time he orgasmed into me. Uncle Bill had cum. I had cum and was feeling content with cum dribbling from my arse. I was also contending with a very red and sore bottom but was happy that Uncle Bill had settled his anger emotionally as well as physically. All in all, it had been a good afternoon and I hoped to meet Darren again soon.

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