My name is Paul. I'm a bit thick, but with a well-built, stocky frame. 5'9", curly fair hair and blue eyes. I developed young, and was the envy of many school buddies. My evenings from about 13 were spent masturbating, and still have my favourite wank pants, now yellow from countless loads. I've always been proud of my body, and work at keeping in shape. I wouldn't have described myself as gay, but girls never did it for me, even though I lost my virginity to one at a school dance.
I was shit at school, leaving with few qualifications, (which I now bitterly regret) and little job prospects. For a couple of years, I drifted from one crappy job to another, usually getting fired for poor attendance, or being rude to customers, I'm not a 'people person'.
I had just turned 18, and saw an advert in the local paper for a farm hand, live-in. I saw this as a great opportunity to get away from home, dad was always picking on me for being 'a useless waster'. I applied and went for an interview, in a farmhouse down a long gravel drive. The farm was owned by a Harry, a man in his 50s, already looking older from a lifetime working outside. His wife had died in childbirth, when the last of their three sons were born, and he was now the same age as me. Harry explained that it would be hard work for little money, but all meals were provided, and I could share a bedroom with Jack, who was my age. George, 23, and Jimmy, 25 also shared a room. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to start afresh and prove my wanker of a dad wrong. We shook hands, and I said I could start in aa week's time. I spent the week sorting out enough clothes, and mum dropped me off Sunday evening, a week later.
The family couldn't have been more welcoming, saying how difficult it had been to manage, and another pair of hands would tip the balance. I was shown to my room, a double bed that I would have to share with Jack. The first thing I noticed about the family, was how strong they were, with broad chests and huge biceps. It never occurred to me that may have a liking for men, but these were proper men, built like brick shit houses. Jack had a round face, with stubble and kind eyes. George and Jimmy had bigger beards, as did Harry. I don't suppose there's much point in being clean shaven, when there's no one else around. We spent the evening chatting and getting to know each other, by bedtime they felt like old friends.
I used the bathroom and slipped into bed, leaving my boxers on. Jack wandered in, bollock naked, a fat, uncut penis flopping from side to side, and snuggled in beside me. "It's nice having someone to share with, I get lonely by my own", he whispered, and put his arm around me, spooning. Surprisingly, my dick reacted. I tried to put it out of my mind, but the more I did so, the harder it got. Jack kissed me on the back of the neck, and I could feel his hardness up my crack, but it felt so natural. From another bedroom, I heard groaning, what I first took to be someone being ill, but then realised they were having sex. Perhaps a girl had come. Jack ignored it, and started to rub my abs and tweak my nipples. My cock got harder. My brain was telling me to stop, but when he put his hand on my dick through the flimsy cotton. I gave in. I turned to face him. In the near darkness, I saw his smiling eyes, with an urgency in them that I didn't understand. Our lips met. I knew what I wanted. I slid my boxers off, glad to release my dick, and we rubbed our bodies together. Our kissing became more passionate. He kissed my neck, then my nipples, working his way down the bed, until he engulfed my cock, the first time anyone had done that. I couldn't stop myself from exploding in his mouth. He came back up the bed and we kissed again my semen swapping into my mouth. "Wank me", he pleaded, so I put my head on his tummy and tossed him. 6 or 7 jets hit me in the face. Next door, it sounded like murder was being committed as someone was getting fucked to death. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
We were up next morning at 5.30, showered, breakfast, and out. Jack was going to teach me to drive the tractor. The others went off to feed the livestock and milk the cows. I got the hang of driving quite quickly, and we set off down a country lane. The air was crisp as the sun crept over the horizon. We came to a barn, where I practiced lifting bales and moving them with the tractor. I'd been concentrating so hard, I hadn't noticed Jack stroking my thigh, and slipping his dick out of his flies, and it hadn't occurred to me that Jack didn't use underwear. I glanced down and pearls of precum were on his piss slit. I turned the engine off, and we kissed again. Climbing down from the cab, he led me behind a load of bales, where he kissed me, unbuttoning my shirt and jeans as he did so. I knew what he wanted to do, and I felt powerless to stop him, in fact I desperately wanted it. We lay in the hay, kissing and making out. Our jeans dropped round our ankles. He slid down my body and sucked me. This time I controlled myself. He turned me over and pulling my cheeks apart, ran his tongue up and down my crack, finishing on my ring, a sensation I had never known. All I could say was "Please be gentle". A wet finger replaced the tongue and it wormed its way inside me. Two fingers went in and I thought I would explode. I tried to relax, and steadied myself for what I knew was coming. His cockhead was on my entrance. He held my hips and pushed gently, my ring gave way and he was inside me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, and he started humping. I tossed myself in time with him, slowly building up speed. "I'm gonna cum", he shouted and my virginity was gone. I squirted over the hay. We gathered ourselves up and headed back to the farm in time for lunch, home made soup. During the afternoon, I learned to drive the fork lift. Tomorrow, the work would start.
We spent the evening watching TV and had a few beers, but it was early to bed and early starts, by 9 pm we were in bed. I dispensed with the boxers, preferring the feel of skin on skin. We kissed again. Quietly, he asked if I'd like to fuck him. I didn't need asking twice, and copied what he did to me earlier. He held his legs apart, and I mounted him. We kissed and fucked for half an hour before we came together. We slept soundly in a sticky mess.
From the next bedroom, the sound of love-making was coming again. I asked Jack, nonchalantly, he replied that George and Jimmy often fuck, and sometimes dad joins in as well. I felt my dick stir again, even though I'd only just cum.
