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Subject: uncle-bills-farm- 9 – the good samaritans Uncle Bills Farm Chapter 9 — The Good Samaritans Please remember that Nifty needs your continuing support so please use this link to provide your financial support by donating using this link. fty//support.html Darren and I are not particularly promiscuous but we had certainly enjoyed the company of Uncle Bill, Richard and Fred and other close friends but we prefer our own company in many respects and even today, Darren and I continue to share our physical selves, but we have always remained loyal to each other. We have never had an open relationship and whatever activities we have done and continue to do, we do with our friends as a couple. This recollection was midway in our first ten years together being 1989 and when we look back, we chuckle with the memories of a holiday we enjoyed in northern British Columbia. To set the scene, I had bought the cabin in 1988, stuck out in the mountains, surrounded by trees and overlooking the most wonderful lake and scenery. The cabin itself was 4 bedrooms, a huge lounge with a log fire that heated the whole of downstairs with the minimum of effort and also supplied the bedrooms with extra heat from the back boiler that I had fitted. There was also a large kitchen with a long dining table that Darren always took advantage of when he felt I should lean over it from time to time. The whole place was supported by a suitably powerful generator and the housekeeper who lived some distance away always kept it up to date and furthermore, ensured ample supplies for firewood. The housekeeper never visited when she knew we were coming because she prided herself in offering us privacy. Our trip involved driving with a horse box up north on highway 37. Yep, we took our horses because the whole area cried out for exploration and horses were the most convenient way of transport. They also offered a hasty escape if the odd bear or two showed more than a healthy sense of interest not that we ever needed to make an urgent departure in all the years we have been going. However, on this occasion, they, the horses, came in handy one day when out bareback riding in just our y-fronts, we came across two hikers, boyfriend and girlfriend, hiking alongside the lake our cabin overlooked. We must have looked funny though as not many people ride Shire horses wearing just our y-fronts carrying a suitable rifle to deal with bears and a shotgun. Please remember, in this wilderness of northern British Columbia, distances can prove challenging and here they were, laden with backpacks and other hiking essentials sitting beside the lake gazing into a map and as we approached and once, they spotted us, they looked genuinely delighted to see us. Darren and I were taken aback in some respects by their greetings, and it transpired they had had a rough couple of days because the girlfriend had twisted her ankle and they had no means to contact anyone. The only safety provision arrange was they had informed their parents when they would return and should they have failed, then emergency services would have been informed. It had transpired though that in two days they had only walked 5 miles but amazingly, they were heading towards our cabin having seen the lights across the lake at night so as they termed it, help was not far away. With two Shire horses, doubling up on riders was not an istanbul travesti issue. Shire’s are huge horses bred to support the knights of old and once safely mounted, we headed back to the cabin. Upon our arrival, we got the girlfriend into the cabin, ran her a bath, and provided first aid. Annabelle and Philip were so appreciative and once they both felt rejuvenated with the bath and food behind them that we sat on the balcony listening to their tale and we introduced ourselves and spent the rest of the day talking about interests, the scenery and other such topics that strangers generally talk about when first getting to know each other. Anyway, Darren and I made sure they phoned their parents to let them know they were safe, and we also invited them to complete their holiday trek with us as our house guests. We also discussed that Darren and I were an item to which they were slightly uneasy about having not really mixed in the gay community but once they realised we were not going to thrust ourselves upon them they relaxed, and started to enjoy the whole experience of friendship with two gay guys. They were also extremely interested in our story and how we met. I will say that certain parts of our story were not recounted at the time, but I assume they figured it out. It would be fair to say that they soon realised the physical parts of our relationship from what happened the next day. Day break came early, and it was a glorious day in terms of the sunshine, warmth, and stunning views and as normal, Darren and I went riding again in our y-fronts (It can be quite sore riding without trousers or underwear with the fiction of horsehair against your skin) whilst Annabelle and Philip enjoyed a late morning in bed. Upon our return though, we stabled the horses and walked down to the lake and sat at the edge of the water pondering should we take a dip but even in midsummer the water is cold, and we were not up for a jolly cold dip. However, Darren was up for something else as normal. Walking away from the lake towards the cabin, we had forgotten that we had house guests and we laid down in the grass and I remember the anticipation of being with Darren making love. Darren rolled over on top of me and gave me a marvellous, tongue entwined enthusiastic kiss and then he slid is bottom down my legs until he had the freedom to pull my y-fronts down over my cock and all the way until they lay in the grass at the bottom of my feet. Darren then knelt and slid my cock slowly into his hungry mouth. God, it felt amazing, and it was all I could do, not to cum in his mouth at that point. He slid it all the way in right up to my balls squeezing my balls with his hand at the same time. I also noticed he had his other hand inside his y-front rubbing his beautiful cock because and I could see the wet spots of his pre-cum and I knew he wanted me. I could not resist him, and his cock. I had no choice but to push his y-fronts down to his ankles, catching is hard and erect manhood until it popped up when released from the cotton material as Darren began to suck me harder and all I could do was to moan deeply. I was right on the edge as Darren continued to suck and play with my piss hole. My balls tightened, I became rigid, and my cock became even more hard and aching with anticipation and I reached the point I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot a kadıköy travesti huge thick jet of my juice into the back of his mouth. Darren was close to an orgasm, but he held back as he continued to suck me dry. I pumped and pumped all of my sperm out, choking him as he gagged on it but being a good husband, he didn’t waste a drop and gulped it all down. The whole outdoor thing still had him hard, and I moved my position, lifted my legs over his shoulders affording Darren the entry point he desired, and I wanted him the exploit. It took Darren no effort at all to slide his cock all the way into me and he just fucked me hard and deep from the start. I could feel Darren’s cock moving in and out and being thrust further each time until I could feel him against my prostate. The sensation and feeling his love making provided was delectable, amazing and body tingling with excitement. Darren is a great lover even today but sometimes he can be very vocal. I too can be quite vocal from time to time but as he was then constantly pushing my prostate with each thrust, I felt myself approaching another orgasm and then in a moment of screaming and moaning loudly I shot a respectable load all over my chest whilst Darren was screaming and cumming like hell. It took him no time to empty his load deep into me and there was so much of it that I wondered if he would ever stop pumping. He had never cum so much in such a short time during that holiday. (Thinking back, I suspect Darren knew Annabelle and Philip were watching us from the balcony, but I had no idea. Why should he be so turned on I remember asking myself). The sweat was pouring of us both and we collapsed into the grass in complete exhaustion. We rested and slept for a while and when I woke, Darren was nowhere to be seen but as I looked around, I saw him standing thigh deep in the lake gazing at the view across into the mountains. My view was that of his beautiful body and his firm buttocks which I love to nibble and gently bite even today, (its drives him mad with pleasure) and as he turned around, I could see his manhood, his wonderful chest and his nipples were aroused. God, I love his nipples and I love lying next to him, gently sucking them until I fall asleep. There are even times when I snuggle up to Darren sucking his cock with my head of his groin whilst falling asleep. My cock began to rise, and I had no option but to play with myself by moving my hand back and forth so hard it began to ache and all too soon I emptied a little puddle of watery spunk all over my chest. Darren had watched me, and he slowly walked up to me, knelt in the grass, and provided me with another kiss and then ventured down my chest licking my sperm up and then embracing me in another kiss, I got to drink and enjoy my own juice for the second time that day. Breakfast time had arrived and remembering we had house guests, we slipped our y-fronts on and returned to the cabin to find Annabelle and Philip sitting on the balcony enjoying a cup of coffee as well as the view. It was then Darren and I realised the view was of us and not the mountains. They had watched us make love. Morning said Annabelle and Philip and asked us if we had had a nice time out riding the horses and each other. I remember wanting to die at that question, but Darren responded by asking if they enjoyed the view to which Philip replied bakırköy travesti saying he had never seen a live performance of two men together. It was then I would have welcomed a hole in the ground to open and to just swallow me up. Over breakfast we enjoyed a good healthy conversation and that day, Annabelle and Philip planned to take the rowing boat onto the lake to enjoy a picnic and asked if we would like to come with them. They were clearly enjoying the whole experience of our hospitality and they loved the cabin and the quietness of the area we owned. The picnic was made, the wine was chilled, and we set off for the picnic. The width of the lake was approximately 1 mile but in no time, we had crossed the lake to find a lovely spot to enjoy. Lunch was had, the wine was consumed and after a while, Annabelle and Philip decided a swim was in order and without thinking twice, they stripped off and dived into the water. Not wanting to feel the odd ones out, Darren and I followed suit and in no time, all four of us were enjoy a playful time in the water. It just seemed so relaxed without any cares in the world and the freedom to do whatever we wished. That is exactly was happened next. Annabelle and Philip had lost their reserved approach and walking out of the water, they laid down on the fine sandy beach and started to get amorous with each other and from the water Darren and I watched them get more aroused with every kiss, nipple play, breast play and eventually, Philip ventured south and buried himself between Annabelle’s thighs occasionally coming up for air. Well, that was a little bit too much for Darren and me, and Darren embracing me from behind realised I was rock hard, and I could also feel his pulsating cock playing with my bottom. Annabelle and Philip were busy and by now, Philip was making love to his lovely girlfriend and so, we walked out of the lake and laid down not ten feet away from Annabelle and Philip and started to make love all over again. At the time, the moment caught all four of us but as Darren and I look back, we had the freedom and privacy to enjoy the natural act of making love. I remember all four of us lying on the beach after our love making, looking up at the sky that was virtually cloud free. It was then that Darren told them we try not to wear clothes unless we must, and Annabelle and Philip embraced our naturist way for the rest of the time together. We spent another six days naked all the time except for riding and whilst I would have loved to suck Philip and taste his cum, we remained sexually separated although we did watch each other make love on many occasions. Our love making also introduced Annabelle and Philip to the delights of anal intercourse, and during our many conversations on the balcony, they both confessed that it felt very different in its sensitivity and sensation and provided another element of closeness that they would never have considered. Alas, the holiday came to an end, and we drove Annabelle and Philip back to civilisation as so to speak where they collected their car and drove home. For them and us it was the start of a lovely friendship that has continued to this day although we don’t see Annabelle and Philip as much as we would like due to the fact they live in Nevada and have their own family now as well as busy professional lives. We did though spend many years meeting up for the trip to the log cabin and it’s planned that this August they are going to join us with their children. (They had children quite late in life) With children joining us, I guess no more love making on the beach for any of us this year. Oh well.

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