The farmer next door
by Rex
24 Nov 2023 7056 readers Score 9.2 (109 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Parts of this story is fiction and based on life experiences that made me the man I am today.
I grew up on a farm outside of Knoxville in Sevierville, Tennessee. My mom was an office worker at Goldrush Junction which eventually became Silver Dollar City and is now known as Dollywood. My dad was a full time farmer. Our biggest crop was our strawberry farm. My dad helped other farmers around our property. The farmer closest to us was Mr. Tipton. He and his wife never had children and his wife passed away a couple of years ago. They farm was a family farm passed down from one generation to another.
One early spring day my dad met me at the end of the road after I got off the bus and told me we had to go help Mr. Tipton cover his strawberry plants. A frost warning had been issued and farmers had to do whatever it took to protect their early crops. As we arrived Mr. Tipton was in the barn gathering bundles of fabric to cover his rows of plants. My dad and Mr. Tipton had recently removed straw from the plants so it was important to either use row covers or irrigation. Our farms were not equipped with that type of overhead irrigation systems.
After several hours of covering plants my dad told me to stay with Mr. Tipton and help out whatever he needed me to do. My dad went to town to pick up my mom. After her work they had to go to Fort Sanders hospital in Knoxville to check on my grandma. Once we got back to Mr. Tipton’s house I needed to clean up and use the bathroom. When I was in his bathroom getting a towel out of his closet I found a magazine of men naked. I was surprised to see that. But hey, I had to look. On the shelf below the towels he had Old Spice cologne, razor and I noticed a jar of Vaseline. My mom always had Ponds cold cream in the bathroom and I’d use that to tug my pecker in the shower. Mr. Tipton asked me if I as ok…. I answered yep. He said he needed to pee. I just got in the shower and he pulled out his big uncut cock and had a steady stream of piss. As a country boy guys will pee outdoors and think nothing of it, my buddies would skinny dip in the summer time, however, I’d never seen a big cock up close and personal. When Mr. Tipton got in the closet I guess he saw that I had looked at his magazine.
After I got out of the shower I noticed my clothes were gone. Mr. Tipton had tossed them in the wash. He handed me his bathrobe. Damn, it smelled like his Old Spice cologne. He stood in the doorway and asked me if I liked his magazine. I was surprised he mentioned it.
He told me since he was all alone now he played with his pecker two or three times a day. He walked closer to me and started undoing his bib overalls. He not naked in front of me and got in the shower. His cock was beautiful. Maybe 5” soft…but thick and uncut. It hung heavy in front of his nuts. I stood there and immediately got hard. As he was soaping up he handed me the bar of Ivory soap and asked me to wash his back. I didn’t say anything but immediately jumped at the opportunity. He told me, Alexander, take off the robe and get your ass in here with me. As I washed his back he reached behind me and played with my dick. After a few touches I shot my load all over his hand. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. He took my hand and placed it on his soapy dick. He started to moan and his cock got hard. He told me to slowly stroke him. I obviously didn’t want to disappoint him and honestly….I was loving it. After about five minutes he stated to buck into my hand and he shot a steady stream of cum in my hand and it splattered on my belly.
After we got cleaned up he went and got my clothes …..I got dressed and he fixed me some supper. He drove his International truck up my long driveway and dropped me off. My folks weren’t home yet and I went to my room and jacked off again thinking about my time with Mr. Tipton. Later that night my dad came to my room and thanked me for helping out neighbor. I told him I was glad to help. Dad said he was lonely after Mrs. Tipton passed away. The rest of the week I kept thinking how to get back to Mr. Tipton’s house. On Saturday my mom was baking pies and I told her she could make an extra one and I would be happy to take it to Mr. Tipton. Mom thought that was a nice idea. A couple of hours later I walked up to the back porch and knocked on the screen door. Mr. Tipton saw that it was me and he said…I’ve been missing you boy. That made me smile. I walked into the kitchen and put the pie on the counter. Mr. Tipton reached around my waist and put a dish towel over the pie. As he moved his hand he placed it ass and left it there. I leaned into him and said….can we play with our dicks again. He picked up the phone and called my mom and thanked her for the pie and asked if I could stay and help him move some boxes in the attic. Of course my mom said yes…..he hug up the phone and gave me a big bear hug and a kiss. A tender deep kiss. I had never kissed anyone other that my parents and grandparents. Trust me…this kiss was nothing like I had ever experienced before.
Mr. Tipton walked in front of me leading the way to the bedroom. We didn’t speak…we just started undressing. Once we were naked me placed me on the bed and started licking under my nuts. Good god…I was going crazy. His mouth and tongue was amazing. Next he rolled me over and his tongue found my boy pussy. As he licked I couldn’t help it….I shot a big load. He laughter and said son…don’t waste that cum. He licked my belly clean. He left the room and came back with the jar of Vaseline. He told me to lay back on the pillows and hold my legs. He put his index finger in the jar and slowly stroked my hole. He would lick my cockhead as he inserted his thick finger in my virgin boy pussy. It hurt but he told me once he got me stretched ….his papaw cock would feel good. He added a second finger and told me I was a beautiful boy. He scissored his fingers and stretched my ring. The next thing I knew his cockhead was pushing past my ring. My ass hurt and yet felt good. He was gently going deeper. Once I felt his balls and hairy crotch against my ass he moaned and said it’s the best pussy he’s had in months.
I wrapped my arms around his necked and hugged him. He kissed me and said he wanted to fuck me for a long time. This man made me feel so good. He told me he was going to train me to be his fuck boy. He talked dirty as fucked me but hell I liked it, he filled my boy pussy with his cum. Next, he got between my legs and licked his cummout of my ass. I was hard again. With his warm mouth he sucked me dry.
This time with Mr. Tipton continued for the next four years until I moved off to college. I enrolled at Tennessee Tech in Cookville, Tennessee. Majored in engineering. Each time I came home to visit we played around. Eventually Mr. Tipton could get hard. But he greased up his ass and I fucked him several times over the weekend. My junior year of college my dad called the dorm and left a message with the RA. I phoned home and my dad told me Mr. Tipton was plowing his garden and had a heart attack. I was sad but not surprised. My friend loved me and taught me about phenomenal man sex. The funeral was simple. He was buried beside his wife of forty five years. I wonder if Ms. Bessie knew her husband liked to fuck boys? In the fall of my senior year my dad sent me an envelope from a law firm in Gatlinburg. My Mr. Tipton had left me everything. Some thirty years later I always do my best to protect my strawberry plants in the early spring. The strawberry pies and freezer jams I make take me back to the amazing days when Mr. Tipton first taught me how to love. My partner and I live on the farm and have a good life.