Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 03:23:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Max Iman <max.iman@rocketmail.com>
Subject: New Zealand mature farmer and the farm help

  The following is a true story of events that occurred during the
adolescent years of the writer and his employer which progressed into a
sexual relationship. The names of the characters have been changed to
protect the identity of the parties and their families. It is the property
of the writer and is not to be altered, copied or plagiarized in any form.


CHAPTER 9.


We made good time with the drive back to Frankie's. The sun sinking on the
horizon, an orange glow behind the silhouette of distant hills. Darkness
would soon be upon us. Finding a place to park the car becoming an
unexpected challenge. There were certainly more cars here now than earlier
when Allan and I had left to do the milking.

The place was abuzz. Music filled the air. Rounding the corner of the house
leading into the backyard, we were greeted by a small crowd, some dancing
while others grouped in deep conversation. Uncle Tommy and Mike had joined
Ben on guitar. Uncle Tommy playing the riffs and runs, Ben vamping the
chords while Mike played rhythm. A small jazz band. They sounded amazing. I
felt jealous. Dad had never bothered to teach me the Sax. The band had
Allan bouncing on his feet to the beat as we walked toward the marquee,
hands tapping at his side. We joined my mum and dad whose group huddle had
swollen in numbers. More faces now that I didn't know. Noone took the
initiative to provide introductions so I guessed one had to do it for
themselves when the opportunity arose. I soon learned that neither Mum or
Dad knew who they were either, we assumed that they must be friends of
friends or walk-ins off the street looking for a good time. They were
friendly and orderly though and had bought their own booze. Not
free-loaders it seemed. Mum had already sussed that out, not much got past
her without her noticing.

Dad wasn't drinking. He sat tapping his feet to the beat of the tune while
the fingers of his hands twitched on the arm rests. I was betting that he
was regretting not having bought the saxophone with him.

"Dad not drinking, mum?" I asked, careful that others could not overhear.

Mum turned to face me leaning toward me as she spoke "Dad's just started
heart medication. The doctor has told him to ease off the alcohol and fatty
food. He's got angina and a problem with one the valves to the heart. He's
been told to lose some weight too but you know your dad, he loves his
food".

"Is it bad?" I whispered.

"Doctor didn't say so. His whole family has heart problems though. His
brother and sister died from heart attack, you remember Aunt
Mildred?. Maybe you don't. She died when you were quite young. She was
dad's older sister. His brother died from heart problems before her".

I did remember Aunt Mildred. I must of been around 7 or 8 years old when
she died. She lived at Huntly in the Waikato district. I remember the
funeral. Meeting an Uncle I had never met before (her husband) and cousins,
all 7 of them and all much older than me.  My gaze turned toward my
Dad. Still tapping his feet and fingers, he sat with eyes fixed on his
brother Tommy and his nephews Ben and Mike while they entertained the
crowd. A faint smile on his face. He looked to be enjoying himself. He
wasn't a 'big' man, my father. Muscular but not 'heavy'. He had a bit of a
beer belly but otherwise he looked to be average build compared to other
men of the family. We were about the same height which at the last count
some months back, I was close on 6 foot. I was smaller framed and leaner
being a much younger man. But he didn't look that much bigger than me, or
at least I didn't think so. Lose weight? How much weight did he have to
lose I wondered.

Allan sat engrossed in conversation with one of Frankie's work
mates. Frankie had long gone to his bed under protest apparently. His wife
Bella had given him a good meal and she with Uncle Bill's help then
marching him off to the shower. Bella insisting that he wash before getting
into a clean bed. He was acomatosed now after 24 hours of no sleep. Bella
and her brood were busy cleaning up the tables. My brother Dan and his
friends helping. Food scraps were scraped into a 4 gallon bucket, all the
left overs from the day before. People had obviously eaten their fill. This
was the remnants, fodder for our animals perhaps.

Allan had helped himself to a scotch and dry. No ice, supplies exhausted
much earlier in the day.

Seated next to me Allan rubbed his knee against mine from under the table
hidden by the table cloth that covered it. Mum sat at my left her chair at
a slight angle away from me so we were safe from her prying eyes. I slipped
my hand under the table cloth reaching for Allans leg, rubbing the inside
of his thigh finding the distinct bulge of his cock under the fabric of his
shorts. I squeezed. He nudged his knee against mine while in mid-sentence
to a point of discussion with his new friend. This was a turn-on. Feeling
each other up while in a public forum. I instantly hardened at the
thought. We were becoming more bold. I could of sucked him off then and
there if it had been dark enough. Suddenly lights flashed on from
overhead. Christmas bulbs of yellow, green and blue in a row strung between
two poles that held up the ceiling of the marquee. I moved my hand away
afraid of discovery. Allan persisted with the rubbing of my knee with
his. It made me horny. I wanted to fuck again. Bastard, teasing me like
this.

Uncle Bill and Aunt Kath were preparing to leave for home. Uncle Bill was
usually in his bed when the sun went down only to rise with it at the break
of day. It was his bedtime. I admired him. In his mid/late sixties and
still working looking a man 10 years his junior. Not an ounce of fat, lean
and agile still. I had felt an attraction to him for many years and my
experience with Allan left me wondering if it was the same attraction I
held for him. I resolved myself to the fact that I would never know. The
thought excited me though.

Mum and Dad soon followed, announcing that it was their time to head for
home too. Saying their good-bye's and thankyou's to Bella with Bella
insisting that they stay for a meal that she was preparing in the
kitchen. "Eaten far too much already" said Mum 'but thankyou".

I mentioned to mum that we'd probably stay for an hour or so but not too
long as we had to be up at 4am. She nodded her head. Dad went off in search
of Dan.

The band had taken a break. Uncle Tommy receiving the adulation of admirers
to his guitar playing style. He sat beaming. Wouldn't have sounded as good
without Ben and Mike I thought. Mike made his way through the crowd taking
the seat next to me that mum had just vacated.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Not much. Your pretty good on the ol' guitar brother" I commented.

"Not as good as Ben but". Mike sounded envious of his brother.

"You'll get there". My words sincere. I thought of Mike as a brother. We
had done so much together. I'd miss him if the Wellington proposal came
off.

" Where's the girl?" I was making conversation.

"She went home earlier. I really like her. She's pretty smart you know"
Mike's voice elated. And a good root to, came to mind. An all-rounder!

"Good-on'ya brother" I said. He knew her far better than I.

Allan was involved to an intellectual debate with two of our 'no-name'
friends on the state of the countries economy and how the New Zealand
farming industry was the backbone to the financial stability of the
nation. He lost me somewhere between the statistics related to farming
production compared to other leading industries. I needed to eat
again. Boredom seemed to have that effect on me. I wandered off in search
of food. Fresh covered trays of cold meats and salad lay on the cleaned
tables. Bowls of steaming hot Chow Mein placed randomly with serving dishes
and utensils. Bella was an amazing host. She'd be glad in the knowledge
that her and Frankie would go to the back of the line to hosting the family
christmas gathering again. One of the benefits to having a big family. One
family hosted but everybody contributed financially to the cost and to the
physical setup of such an event. After New Years Eve, all family members
would be back to help with the break down and clean up of the house and
yard. Cars fitted with Trailers at the ready to cart away rubbish. Lawns
mowed, house scrubbed out top to bottom. Dirty laundry distributed between
households to be washed and ironed and then returned to the home of
origin. It was a ritual that was repeated every year. I loved my family. We
were always there for each other.

Bella looked tired having endured a long, very busy day.

"Go to bed" I said to her under my breath. "We'll watch out. I'll have to
leave soon but I'll let Mike know when I go. He'll keep a watch on the
place". I knew that our many relatives who were still assembled at the
party would gladly assist Mike if he needed to call upon their help. We all
knew the rules. We had all been taught the value of respect for property
and for each other. Ambiguous however, when it came to fucking. Ben had
admitted to me once that he had fucked a cousin from his mothers family
line when he was younger. I didn't doubt it. I was sure that Ben would fuck
anything given the opportunity.

"Thanks darling" Bella gushed. "I'm really buggered". She was gone.

I told Mike what I had just done. "No problem" he said. "I'm staying
anyway. Got a secret place where I can sleep tonight". He winked
knowingly. I thought of the VW wagon concealed in the back yard.

"Got plans?" I asked.

"Maybe" Mikes response sounding quizzical. "Rebecca said she may be back
later tonight. Her mum and dad are at a family party".

"Your not telling me everything". I said staring him in the eyes.

"Neither are you" he shot back with a twinkle in his. What did he mean by
that!!. It worried me.

Uncle Tommy resumed his guitar playing, quickly joined by Ben. Mike making
a gracious exit to join them. The band had resumed. A 'no-name' lady to the
group we sat with, coaxing Allan to join her in a waltz. I watched as they
glided effortlessly as other couples joined them at the rear of the
marquee. She leaning into him, whispering 'sweet-nothings' into his ear. I
glared, my eyes stabbing her between her heaving breasts. 'Die you bitch,
Get your hands off him. He's mine!!'.

Allan smiled retaining his composure while they danced on. He was back at
the table soonafter the final chord to the tune being played had been
struck.

His eyes met mine. I imagined he had no trouble reading the daggers lined
along my brow and to their meaning. No words needed to be spoken.

"You o'kay" he said quietly.

"Fine. How'bout you?" I was steaming but doing my absolute best to remain
in control.

"You don't look to be fine" his response challenging.  You'll soon fuckin'
know fine later mate, I thought. I had the shits.

"Good dance" I said in my sweetest girlish voice.

"Awesome" the smart-ass responded. "She wanted to know what I was doing
later".

"Milking fucking Cows later, that's what!" The words slipping from my mouth
before I had realised.

Allan sat with a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this. His 'no-name'
girlfriend sat opposite batting her mascara blackened eyes at him. I was
sure she had spotted the sizable bulge in his shorts while they were
dancing.

"Perhaps you should ask her if she'd like to join you in the Cowshed". I
said trying not to sound the jealous lover.

"Oh, I did. But she said that she hadn't milked a cow in years. She much
preferred bulls". He was teasing. I knew it instinctively.

I burst out laughing, realising that Allan had the upper hand and this was
going nowhere. "Cheeky shit!" I said closing the line of conversation.

People were leaving. It was getting late. Couples gathering up their
children searching for missing bits and peices as they left for their
cars. The guitars lay idle. Uncle Tommy and Aunt Liz saying their farewells
as they joined the procession walking down the driveway. Ben sat chatting
up a prospective fuck for the night, a friend of the 'no-name' bull milker
who was eyeballing Allan from across the table. Eat your heart out darling!
I'll be milking that cock tonight. Thoughts I hoped she could read that
blazed across my brow. Nah, nah, nah nah nah!! ... also coming to mind.

Allan and I readied ourselves for the journey home. Just after 10pm and
well past our bedtime. The mascara eyed bull milker expressing her
dissappointment to our leaving so early. An explanation to rising at 4am to
the morning milk, falling on deaf ears. I smiled my best smile as we left
her. This bull was mine honey! Plenty more in the paddock. Go find one of
your own.

We were on the road for home. Allan reaching over to fondle my crotch in
search of my cock as I drove. "Take it out" he said while stroking the
thickness through my trousers. With a free hand I undid the top button and
unzipped. Easing my pants down under my buttocks my cock sprang free, hard
and glistening in the glow of the dash lights. Allan slipped down in his
seat leaning into my lap. His glorious warm mouth slipping over my
throbbing tool. It felt wonderful. I leaned back with one hand on the
steering wheel while the other stroked the back of his bobbing head. He
slurped and sucked on. I felt a surge of pre-cum gush from my cock
eyelit. "Eemmm" moaned Allan.

"Like that juice honey" I was in heaven.

"Eeemmm" came the response.

I continued driving while my brain battled with the sensations coming from
my groin and the effort to concentrating on the road ahead. We turned into
the narrow gravel road that would pass Allans house. Only 20 minutes drive
to go. Allan sucked on. I was near shooting. "I'm gonna cum soon honey" I
warned. Allan sucked on, slurping. Head bobbing up and down, increasing the
pressure to the vaccum of his warm mouth as he sucked. It was cumming, the
feeling intense.

I shot off. He moaned his appreciation "Eemmm, eemmm" head bobbing.

"Sensitive" I shouted while stilling his bobbing head with my free hand. My
cock still buried to the back of his mouth, Allan slurped up the escaping
juices. "Eemmm" he moaned again.

I was in a rush to get us home now. Allans cock the object of my haste. I
wanted it real bad!

Hardly in the door I pulled Allan to me. Crushing his lips on mine while my
hands searched his groin for his cock. Finding it I stroked its swollen
length through his shorts. "Want it bad honey" my need urgent.

We undressed and with the flick of the light switch crawled onto the bed to
the darkened room. My lust evident I found Allans rampant cock devouring it
with my hungry mouth. I was starved for it. It throbbed and oozed its
copious slime as I sucked. Tongue licking up and down the shaft teasing and
tickling, enticing the flow of juice that flowed from the enflamed
cockhead. I slurped hungrily. Finding his ballsac I licked and sucked,
taking a ball into my warm mouth rolling in around in the warmth of
it. Allan moaned his approval. I could take his whole ballsac and pendulous
balls in my mouth. Licking, lapping moving back to his cock of glory. Its
heat burning against my cheeks. I swallowed it taking the whole cockhead
and part of the thick shaft down my slurping mouth and throat until I could
take no more. The hugeness of him filled my thoughts driving me on. How I
craved this cock. Allan blessed of men with a cock that the Gods of Greek
methology would envy.

My hand pistoning his lower cock shaft I sucked on. Spittle mixed with cock
slime ran down my chin and stroking hand on Allans cock. Lapping at the
glands of his raged cockhead drew moans and grunts from Allan. His head
wavered side to side on the pillow. "Darling, ready to cum soon
honey. Gonna spunk soon".

His words stirred me toward my goal. I wanted his spunk juice in my
mouth. To taste him, the fruit of his loins. The cum I craved. Increasing
the tempo of my sucking mouth, up and down, up and down while I pistoned
his lower shaft with a free hand, Allan, began to buck. His hips thrusting
to meet my sucking mouth. "Oh honey. So fucking sweet. Ready to feed
you. Here it comes baby". His body thrust up his swollen cockhead seeking
to invade my throat passage. The first jet of spunk cleared my throat
channel. I felt its stinging heat burn down my throat. Then another and
another. Spurt after spurt of Allans warm spunk drowning my throat and
mouth. Juices gushing from the sides of my mouth, too much to contain.

I had taken the prize. Splattered with cum I eased myself up onto the
pillow to join Allan. His chest still heaving, breathing settling. Allan
turned to me his lips searching for mine. Our kiss mingled with the juices
of his love tool. Spunk that still remained in my throat and mouth. Allans
tongue searching for it. We shared what remained together savouring its
flavour. Man spunk. Arms wrapped over each other, we allowed sleep to
envelop us and to carry us away. I felt complete. There was nothing more
that I could want for. I was happy.