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When I began these tales I explained that they were to be about my sexual adventures as an Area Manager when I was in my twenties and early thirties. Then we got to my favourite policeman. I’m having so much fun remembering the times I spent with Andy that I hope you won’t mind if I continue relating some more of my adventures with him. I will return to the original theme I outlined as I really was a bit of a lad in my younger days and have a few more stories to tell. In the meantime here is a further instalment that is a direct result of my sexual proclivities but is not, strictly speaking,  part of the original canon.  

Phil. 

June 2020.

Riding the Stallion

‘Have you ridden before?’

‘Twice when I was in the States between school and uni.’ We were walking across the farmyard to the stables opposite the house. It was a beautiful late spring morning and I was glad for so many reasons that I had decided bunk off work to spend it with Andy.

I had woken early after a blissful night of tender love making. Mindful that my bum was feeling bruised and tender after the days sexual activity Andy had been very considerate when he took me to his bed after we had eaten and chilled out for a couple of hours. I had been instructed to lay on my back, arms by my side with my eyes closed. For the next hour or so I was given a relaxing yet incredibly sensuous massage that ended with my legs wrapped round my Daddy’s waist as he gently and lazily fucked me. Our climaxes were synchronised perfectly and I had fallen asleep with his still hard penis firmly embedded in my gut. At some point he had turned me over and spooned against me holding me snuggly with the powerful arm he wrapped around my chest. He made love to me again in the night when he gently slipped his engorged cock back into my willing pussy without either of us having to shift position. I dozed as he rocked his pelvis to and fro nudging his dick back and forth inside my hot chute. Who needs Horlicks I thought, as held safe in my dad’s embrace I was tenderly and without any hurry fucked into the land of nod.  

I lay and watched him sleeping as the world around us woke. The dawn chorus was so much sweeter than in the city where the songbirds did battle with the monotonous drone of cars and planes. The air wafting in through the open windows was cleaner and fresher than any I had breathed for some considerable time and the sleeping form next to me embodied a perfect combination of intelligence, sensitivity and masculine sexuality. His body was strong and muscular. His manhood was thick and long. He was breathtakingly handsome in a rugged manly way - not like some pretty boy model who had to preen and pluck before he could face the world. And he had shown me through the sex we had shared that he was trustworthy, honest, caring and kind. I felt incredibly safe lying with him in his bed and I was in no hurry for him to wake. I must have dozed off as I lay there admiring the beauty before me because the next thing I saw was his smiling face leaning in to kiss me.

‘Good morning handsome boy.’

I pushed my arms above my head and arched my back as I stretched the lazy slumber out of my body. The sheet slipped off me leaving me naked and exposed to Andy’s unfettered gaze. My usual morning erection was proudly waving about and he gave it a playful slap, telling me to get my ‘cute lazy ass into the shower.’

‘Are you coming in with me?’ I pouted and made puppy eyes at him. ‘Please Dad, I might miss bits if you’re not helping.’

He laughed at my childish antics and rolled out of bed. ‘I think you had enough scrubbing in the shower yesterday to see you through till this evening. Don’t you young man?’

‘Aw but Dad….’ I was trying all the little boy lost tricks I could think of on him. I even fluttered my eyelids and pushed my bottom lip out.

‘if you’re not showered, dressed and sitting at the breakfast-bar in fifteen minutes it won’t be your eyelashes that are fluttering. Now go.’

‘Alright I’ll go.’ I said sulkily, still playing the game for all I was worth. ‘But I need some clean socks and knickers please daddy. I can’t wear the smelly ones from yesterday.’

‘Already sorted. You’ll find a set of clean clothes that should fit you on top of the unit in the bathroom, and when we’ve had breakfast I’ll find you some footwear. We’re going riding this morning and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a pair of boots that will fit you.’ As he walked passed me on the way to the kitchen he gave my exposed bum a sharp slap.

‘Ow, that hurt.’ I protested.

‘I’ll rub it better for you later.’

I quickly showered and dressed in the clothes he had provided, all of which fitted although the jeans and t-shirt were perhaps a little too tight as they moulded and stretched to accommodate me. I loved what I saw in the mirror and hurried to the kitchen to get approval from my new Dad. It was beginning to feel quite normal to think of Andy as Dad. Afterall he was almost twenty years older than me, much bigger and stronger and his occupation lent him a  natural air of authority. I was also really liking the sense of security I felt from being with him. Andy was just about everything my own father wasn’t. My birth father was an ignorant bully who, having realised I was gay years before the thought even entered my head, had determined to quite literally beat the puffta out of me and make me into a man! The resulting pain and anger I felt towards him meant that we hadn’t spoken to each other since I left home five years ago, and it would be a further eight before we agreed to acknowledge each other’s existence.

Andy looked up from his newspaper as I walked in and with no prompting from me  whistled to indicate his appreciation of how good the clothes he had chosen for me made me look. ‘Sexy!’ He folded his paper and set it aside. ‘Come here and give me your daddy a morning hug.’ I hurried in to his outstretched arms.

Breakfast was the full Monty – bacon, sausage, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast – the lot, and after all the exercise we had put ourselves through yesterday we ate everything Andy served up. He seemed to take pleasure in doing simple things for me such as buttering my toast and putting the sugar in my coffee, while I enjoyed being pampered and made to feel special. Except for when we were actually eating we didn’t stop laughing and talking. It was as though we had known each other a lifetime. After we had eaten and I had helped him clear away he led me to the utility room where I was given three pairs of riding boots to try on. ‘One pair should fit you, they belong to the guys who help run the farm and look after the horses.’ Suitably booted I was given a riding hat and light leather jacket. Andy was dressed similarly and I was pleased to see that the tight jeans he was wearing made no effort to hide his ample cock and  balls.

‘Have you ridden before?’ We  were walking across the farm yard from the house to the stables opposite.

‘Twice when I was in the States between school and uni.’

‘What saddle did you use?’

‘I don’t know,’ I shrugged. ‘It had a handle on the front. You know, that thing cowboys tie things to?’

‘So you’re an expert then,’ he laughed.

‘Oh absolutely. I even know which end is the front and which is the back.’ I stopped walking, causing him to halt and turn back to face me.  I was embarrassed and frightened to admit I was also afraid. ‘I don’t know how to ride Andy. I’m not sure this is a good idea. And, well…….’

‘What? Come on Phil you can tell me.’

‘I’m scared of horses……….. there, I’ve said it now. I fell off in America and made a complete fool of myself. Everyone laughed at me and I couldn’t bring myself to get back on so ended up walking’ I was so embarrassed and actually felt tears pricking at my eyes. I half expected to feel a hard smack against the side of my head – the sort of thing I had grown used to as a boy whenever I disappointed my father. Instead I felt a hand on my shoulder and a quiet calm voice broke through the fog of apprehension that surrounded me.

‘Hey, come on Phil there’s no need to be ashamed.’ His free hand took hold of my other shoulder. ‘Look at me son. Please look a me.’ I raised my head and my eyes found his. I saw no anger or frustration only concern. He took my face in his hands and tenderly kissed my forehead. ‘I have no idea who has treated you so badly in the past to make you feel like this Phil but I am not that person. I am not going to punish you because you are afraid of something. Okay?’ I nodded and relaxed.

‘I’m sorry. I’m being stupid. Perhaps I should leave.’

‘Why? Because you’ve been conditioned to expect some sort of reprisal when you admit a weakness? It doesn’t work like that at my farm son. This dad won’t hurt you. This one will help you – if you’ll let me.’ I was completely knocked sideways by the way he understood almost immediately why I had been so suddenly afraid. ‘I promise you that you can trust me Phil. I want to be a friend to you as well as a lover. And good dads, loving dads don’t hit their sons when they are afraid of something. This dad will help you conquer your fear and you will feel absolutely amazing when you do, I promise.’

He removed his hands from my face and put his arm around my shoulders hugging me to him. With a huge sigh of relief I let go of the tension and anxiety that filled my mind and rested my head on his chest. ‘I’m sorry Andy. You’ve known me five minutes and here you are having to cope with all my insecurities. I feel daft.’

He tightened his hug, ‘Don’t apologise. We all have demons son.’ He slowly began to walk me towards the stables. ‘It’s how we deal with them that defines us, and sometimes we can’t deal with them on our own. Sometimes we need help to see a way through the fog. Like I said I’ll help if you want me to and the first thing I can definitely help you with is horses. Want to give me a try?’

‘I thought I already did that last night?’ I was smiling again and felt relaxed and confident. ‘Thanks Andy …… dad.’ I smiled at him shyly. ‘Is it okay to call you dad or is it weird?’

‘What do you want to call me?’

‘Sometimes Andy. Other times, dad. I know you’re not really my dad and it feels a bit odd calling you that, but I sort of like it. Makes me feel safe even though we only met yesterday.’ I paused unsure if I should complete what I wanted to tell him. The look on his face told me it was okay to. ‘I’ve never met anyone like you before – my sexy daddy. It’s a bit perverted really isn’t it?’ I was chuckling as I spoke. ‘Nice perverted though – I get to be fucked by my dad and it’s legal.’ I ran the rest of the way to the stable. ‘Come on then, where’s this horse?’

For the next hour Andy introduced me to his horses. Don’t ask me to tell you what types he had because frankly all that concerned me was how big they were. There were three of them, two brown and one black. The black one was male, which to be honest I’d managed to work out for myself before Andy pointed out the obvious difference between him and the other two, and he was at least a foot taller than the much more placid looking mares. Andy, my new and incredibly patient and understanding Dad was amazing. He calmly and at my pace showed me how to approach and say hello to one of the females, and within the hour I was saddled up and sitting atop a very steady, safe and accommodating horse called Missy. She did have a much longer official name but everyone called her Missy and she was the perfect animal to show me that my fear of horses was totally misplaced and irrational.

Once Andy was happy that I was happy – there was a lot of happiness in the air that morning - we set off on a gentle ride around his farm. Missy pretty much took herself round with little interference from me being quite content to follow the black stallion where ever he went. We avoided roads and stuck to dirt tracks and fields as Andy proudly showed me the extent and variety of the acres that he owned. It was an arable farm as apparently the acreage and type of soil meant that was more profitable and better for the land than to try to make a living competing with the ever growing dairy herds run by the giants of British farming. He really did know his stuff and I enjoyed listening to him describing how the system he operated differed from some of his neighbours. I was so wrapped up in our conversation that I was soon riding alongside him with no thought to my earlier fears and apprehension.

‘Fancy trying a canter now you’re used to her?’ His smile was reassuring and everything about him imparted his confidence in me. ‘I honestly don’t think it’ll be a problem for you.’ He went on to tell me how to hold the reigns and use my legs in a canter and before I knew it we were off. By the time we had covered the length of the field and crested the hill I was laughing like a kid. I’d done it. I had actually ridden a horse properly and hadn’t fallen off. We cantered to a small wood that stood enclosed at the top of the hill. There was an old stone building nestling in the trees and I could see a Land Rover parked beside it. ‘I got one of the lads to bring a picnic up for us. It should be about ready.’

I followed him through a gate set in the wall surrounding the wood and up to the stone structure which turned out to be an old sheep barn that had been restored and converted into a summer house. I could see movement inside, obviously the ‘lad’ who had been detailed to bring us lunch. Andy dismounted and tethered his horse before turning to Missy and I. ‘Drop the reigns and I’ll sort her out. Stay where you are,’ he commanded, ‘ I’ll help you down when Missy is secure.’ I sat still and did as I was told. I was enjoying this new daddy and son relationship that was growing between us especially the way I was being made to feel safe and cared for. He stood beside Missy and put a hand on my thigh as he held the horse steady. ‘Take your left foot out of the stirrup and holding on to Missy’s neck, lean forward and swing your leg across behind you to this side. I’ll guide you in the twist. Ready? Go.’ And it was as simple as that. I was off the horse and in Andy’s arms in moments.

‘Thanks dad. I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ saying which I kissed him full on the lips and wrapped my arms round his neck. His hands moved from my sides to my back and I was pulled into his hard body. He took control of the kiss pushing his insistent tongue into my mouth. I felt my dick harden and the almost instant response from him as he pressed himself against me. The kiss became more urgent and his hands moved down to my ass. ‘Fuck me dad please. Fuck me now.’

‘Ahem. Sorry to interrupt Andy. Lunch is ready.’ I had forgotten one of the ‘lads’ was busy in the summer house getting our picnic sorted out.

‘Thanks John, we’ll be right in.’ He returned to our kiss obviously comfortable to do so in front of his employee who was equally comfortable to stay and watch. ‘Phil this is John. He’s worked for me since he left school, what four years ago now?’

John nodded, ‘Yes da…… ah, Andy. Four good years.’ His auto response hadn’t gone unnoticed by any of us and he looked embarrassed by it, at the same time looking at me with a challenge in his eyes. I wasn’t about to let that go.

‘You’re Dad’s son as well then?’  We shook hands. What made me so brazen I will never know, perhaps it was that unspoken challenge, it may have been a desire to claim what I now thought of as mine, or it could have just been the devil in me. Andy intervened.

‘Yes, I’ve got two sons now and I expect them to get on.’ He spoke with a smile but the undercurrent was plain to both John and I. He crossed to John and kissed him with the same possessiveness that he used with me. The young man melted against him and groaned into his mouth. Andy was holding his arms tight not allowing him to move. He was in total control of the young stud who was clearly at ease with it. Andy whispered something in John’s ear that made him smile as he glanced at me before nodding and walking over to me. He put his hands on my waist and leaned in to kiss me. A quick look over to Dad who nodded his permission, and my arms slid round John onto his hard farmers bum as our mouths began that slow getting to know you dance the excitement of anticipation brings with some one you know you will soon be having sex with. Man could my brother kiss. I’d heard the expression ‘going weak at the knees’ but before that moment hadn’t experienced it. He had full, almost pouting lips and he tasted of fresh mint. His tongue was reaching for my tonsils before I’d had time to breathe and he ground his hard and ample crotch against mine like a bitch on heat. My eyes were closed and I neither heard or saw Dad until I felt him behind me. His arms slipped round to my front and to the top of my jeans which were soon unfastened and being pushed down along with the sexy white briefs he had provided for me that morning. My cock sprang up and poked at John who broke our kiss, crouched down and engulfed it in his warm mouth. At the same time Dad attacked my neck biting and sucking to leave his mark on me. I didn’t realise he was releasing his own dick until I felt it nudging between the cheeks of my arse seeking entrance to my love chute. ‘Spit.’ His hand was by my mouth. I spat as much saliva as I could produce and he rubbed it across my crack. John did the same and it was an incredible feeling having two sets of fingers rubbing, pushing and pressing against my arse and taint while my cock was being deep throated by an expert.

Dad removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his hard manhood. John helped guide it towards it’s goal and pulled my cheeks wide as I was entered. All eight inches pushed smoothly in to me, not stopping until the bush at it’s base was pressing hard and flat against my bum cheeks. Dad proceeded to fuck me firmly and steadily and John matched his rhythm as he continued to blow me. I threw my head back gasping and moaning and watched the patchy clouds sail serenely across the ocean of blue sky. My still tender arse grasped at the hard tool invading it and my cock became more and more sensitive as I felt my climax approaching. Sensing how close I was Dad increased the strength and velocity of his ass pounding and fucked my dick down my brother’s throat with every hard thrust in to my cunt. ‘I’M COMING.’ The shout was loud and frightened all the birds for miles around.

‘Me too.’ Dad gave one final almighty push and filled my gut with his hot juice again. John stood and pressed his mouth to mine. His was full of my cum and we passed it back and forth between us as he swiftly whipped his hand up and down his own soon spurting tumescence.

We stood still, the three of us holding each other up as we regained our breath and composure. ‘That’s one hell of a way to be welcomed into the family,’ I quipped. ‘A baptism of spunk.’

Lunch was a relaxed and happy affair during which I got to know more about John. He was a couple of inches shorter than me but had the same colour hair and eyes. His body was very muscular and his compact frame made him look strong and physically powerful. His dick was about the same length as mine but much thicker. A beer can if ever I saw one. He smiled and laughed a lot and was completely besotted and in love with our Dad who we silently acknowledged we would now share. Andy made it clear he would tolerate no jealousy from either of us and if we wanted to shag each other that was fine by him and he wouldn’t always insist on watching. His laid back attitude was infectious and we spent the next few hours chilling in the summer house, watching the wood’s wildlife going about it’s business as we ate and drank the contents of the large picnic hamper. The afternoon had to end however and it seemed to be in no time at all that everything was packed away and John was driving off back to the house.

‘He’s nice. I like him.’ I was being held from behind as we watched the Land Rover disappear over another hill.

‘Yeah, he’s a good lad. I’m glad you got on. He’s important to me.’

‘I can tell. It’s nice.’ I turned in his arms and put mine round his neck. ‘I wish you’d been my dad when I was younger,’ It was a serious and heartfelt statement. ‘I don’t think I’d have been so lonely.’

Dad pulled me tight and I laid my head on his chest. We stood like that for several minutes. I had never felt so safe and loved. He knew I was crying and he knew why. One day I would tell him about the abuse, both physical and mental I had suffered as a child but that was for another time. Today was a day for love and I was relishing it, healing scars that had festered for too long and learning to trust and care for a new Dad as I had never been able to with the old one.

To be continued..