The Connecticut River Boys - 12. Encounters of the Best Kind

The Farmer

There was one adventure during the summer of 1970 that David was not comfortable sharing with James.

Craig had become obsessed with the concept of fucking. When they read about Cowhand Randy wiggling his ass cheeks that invited a fuck by Cowboy Bob, they were not sure if guys really did this or if it was just porn fantasy. The Joy of Sex discussion of heterosexual sex included ass fucking. The description of a guy anal fucking confirmed that it was possible. There was information on preparation, techniques and positions. If a guy could fuck a girl that way, why couldn’t he fuck a guy? Craig remembered Farmer Borden’s comment, “Too bad you cannot visit - it would have been amazing to be fucked by two handsome studs. If you are ever in the area again stop by.” Craig finally got the courage to share his thoughts with David. While David was not as into fucking as Craig, he did want to please his love.

Eventually, David had a suggestion. “Craig, I have a proposition. We were discussing doing something Labor Day weekend (the first weekend in September) and you had suggested a hike, possibly overnight. What if we visited Farmer Borden and took him up on the invitation to fuck him. I’m not sure it is something I want to do, but I would enjoy watching you and possibly participating.” Of course, Craig thought it was a wonderful idea. They called Vermont telephone information and got the number of Jonathon Borden.

Friday evening of Labor Day Weekend, they drove to Craig’s home and visited his parents. Saturday morning they visited David’s parents in New Hampshire. After lunch they departed for their fake overnight hike. They were not sure if Farmer Borden would invite them to stay the night or if they would want to stay. They took their tent and sleeping bags just in case they did not stay with the farmer.

Jonathon greeted them as they drove up the lane leading to his small farmhouse. He appeared to be ready for guests, wearing fresh clean bib overalls, no shirt and a smile on his clean-shaven face. “Welcome to my farmhouse. How shall we start our visit? Would you prefer a tour of the farm fields and buildings or a tour of my bedroom?”

The boys were not surprised with his direct message. He had not been shy when he had approached them at the riverbank. “The bedroom would be a perfect starting place,” replied Craig.

As the farmer led them into the house, “I don’t remember your names. You may call me Jon. I have prepped myself for the visit. Last time we just watched each other. I hope this time it will be more. What is your pleasure? My dick? My ass? My mouth on your dicks? Whatever makes handsome young men, and I do mean handsome, happy.”

After introducing themselves, Craig began, “Jon, I … actually we … have never fucked. As far as men encounters, we have only been with each other, but no fucking. So, you will be our teacher this afternoon. We have read about fucking, but have never seen it done. You are playing with a couple of virgins when it comes to that. I really want to fuck you. David is not sure.”

Jon just smiled. He removed his shoes and socks. Then standing tall, he undid the fasteners on his bib overalls, the only item of clothing he wore other than the socks. As the overalls fell, his lean sixty year old body presented itself. The uncut dick the boys vividly remembered was slowly rising. The boys were fascinated with the natural piece. They kneeled and played with the skin. David leaned in and kissed the moist head. Then Craig licked and swallowed it part way.

“Now it is my turn for inspection.” The boys stripped naked and stood as Jon kneeled. He examined and swallowed completely each young cut dick. Then he attempted to take both in his mouth, simultaneously. He resisted too much play as he wanted to save the dick, or hopefully dicks, for his ass. He then generously lubed Craig’s hard piece. Leaning over the bed he reached back and lubed his hole. “Just shove it in.”

Craig stood behind the bent over man. When he placed his dick against the hole, Jon pushed back. Craig easily slid in. Jon moved back and forth. “Oh my god, that is the most amazing feeling.” Craig began vigorously pumping.

“Fuck me hard.” Called out Jon.

Sooner than he wanted, Craig felt his juices blasting deep into the unknown. Jon did not show his disappointment in the short duration of the fuck. He was elated when a mesmerized David stepped up and pushed in. David had not planned to fuck. He had not shared Craig’s eagerness. He had believed it was gross to stick it there. However, reading about Cowboy Bob getting fucked and seeing his boyfriend do it were very different. Craig’s enthusiasm heightened his desire. Unfortunately, like Craig, he did not last long.

When David had regained his composure following his explosion, Jon told them that he would wait to cum. “Boys, I assume at your age, you will be ready for another round soon. At my age it takes longer to rejuvenate. Don’t want to spoil your enjoyment with you being ready and I’m not. So I will hold off and stay horny.”

The boys had brought a case of Budweiser and bottle of Four Roses Bourbon as a gift for their host. As the three sat at the kitchen table, Craig asked how long Jon had lived there.

“All my life. I was born upstairs in 1910. When I was fifteen, my Pa got sick. Today you would call it lung cancer. The Jepsem family down the road had four sons: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Pa hired the second oldest, Mark, to help me run the farm. Since the bathroom of this house is on the first floor and Pa was having problems with the stairs, his and ma’s bed was moved to the dining room. Twenty year old Mark and I each had our own room upstairs. Let’s just say that Mark and I became friendly and soon only one bedroom and one bed was needed. Pa died three years later and Ma stayed in the downstairs bedroom. At age eighteen I was responsible for running the farm. Five years later, Ma married the owner of a grocery store in White River Junction. She and Jack, both in their eighties, live there. Meanwhile, Mark and I operated the farm together for over forty years. He passed away two years ago. Since then I have leased my land to Mark’s brother, Luke, who now does the farming.”

“Since leasing the farm land, I have worked at the Big Guy Truck Stop just off of I-91. While work in the store is not that interesting, there is one fringe benefit: I have met a couple of truckers that enjoy my company. When they stop to fill up on fuel, we have an encounter in the truck sleeper cab and they fill up my ass.”

“Well, boys … Are you rested enough to take a tour of the farm, or would you prefer another bedroom tour?”

Eventually, but not until after another session, the boys had a farm tour, followed by dinner and bedtime that included more than sleeping. During their three hour drive back to Hartford the following day, David and Craig discussed their adventure. By the time they arrived home both were ready to experiment. Craig craved to be a bottom. Before the visit with Farmer Jon, David had no interest in that position, but had totally enjoyed topping the farmer. That night their first attempt was painful for Craig and frustrating for David. Finally, they just jerked each other off. The next day over supper, they studied the explanation of a man anal fucking a woman in The Joy of Sex. As suggested, they used the cowboy position with David on his back and Craig straddling and facing him. Following a generous lubing of both the dick and ass, Craig reached back and aimed David’s hard dick at his hole. Then in total control, he leaned back and let it slide in. David was only halfway in when Craig felt the pain. He started to raise himself to get the dick out of there when an over excited David cried out while he shot a load in Craig’s ass. The sensation of the ecstasy of his love brought Craig over the edge and as his ass was filled he unloaded onto David’s chest.

Craig was determined to feel the joy that Farmer Borden had. An hour later he easily persuaded his love to a repeat performance. This one lasted longer and David went a little deeper. The next evening, during the third time, David thrust up as Craig leaned back. As he hit that spot, Craig cried out in joy. That was the beginning of forty years of the intimate act that each eagerly anticipated and consummated.

The Handyman

In 2005, five years earlier, their garage door got stuck shut. On the recommendation of a friend at church, Pavel, a very handy, handyman was hired. The insinuation by their gay friend who had recommended Pavel was that he might be handy with more than carpenter’s tools. He had emigrated from Ukraine in 1995, was married and had two young sons. A rugged handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, he exuded sex by just smiling with his lips and eyes. After repairing the garage door, he was invited in to have coffee and discuss other possible projects. He offered to paint their bedroom and needed to measure the room so he could give an estimate of the cost. David and Craig took him up to their bedroom. When he saw a copy of Mandate Magazine ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandate_(magazine) ) he smiled. I see you enjoy looking at pictures of men. He picked it up and flipped through the pages. Under it was another hard-core male magazine. The magazines had purposely been placed so Pavel would see them. David thought to himself, ‘Would he believe me if I told him we buy that magazine for its erotic reporting on social, political and cultural events related to the movement for gay liberation, not the photos and gay fiction?’

Pavel smiled at the two. “I also enjoy looking at pictures of handsome men.” As he said this he held the magazine open to a photo of a naked model. “This guy is beautiful. But, I am more of a man than him.”

This seemed to be a challenge and David said, “You are a very handsome man.”

“Do you want to see how handsome I am?”

The smiles and leers of the two encouraged Pavel. He removed his shoes and then stripped to his bikini black briefs, very amply filled briefs.

As he flexed his arm, “Feel my muscle.” Then, as he played with his pecs he asked. “Do you want to touch?” As the two tweaked the nipples, Pavel took their hands and lowered them to his abs and then lower. The hands felt his hardness pressing against the tight briefs. “Do you want to taste it?” Pavel pulled down his briefs and gently pushed the two to their knees. A magnificent uncut dick with the skin pushed back greeted them. The only hard dick they had seen since visiting Farmer Borden thirty-five years earlier was when they had visited a gay live porn theater in New York together a couple of times. There, the actors stripped and displayed hard pieces on stage. With Pavel, they were not only seeing it up-close, they were touching, sniffing and licking one. Pavel then stroked himself pulling the skin up over the head and then back. “Kiss it.” Both followed Pavel’s instruction. “I want to fuck you.”

David smiled at Craig. “I know you want it, but only with a condom.” Since the two were exclusive, David had been barebacking Craig for thirty-five years. They did not have condoms. Pavel heard the comment. “I only fuck with a condom.” He reached for his workpants and took out a gold condom packet with the word ‘Magnum’ on it.

And so began the periodic visits by handyman Pavel to take care of home projects and/or David and Craig. Pavel’s fucks were at first tender and then with the encouragement of Craig got rougher. When Craig was fucked doggie style, David would kneel in front of his partner and get sucked. When Craig was on his back, David stood over him offering himself to Pavel. A week prior to Scott’s rough fuck of Craig, Pavel had given him a harder and wilder one. Although Craig had had a heart attack while and died the day after Scott’s rough fuck, it was no different than fucks by Pavel.

Three months after Craig’s death, David called Pavel asking him to replace a shrub. The shrub replacement was followed by a massage with a happy ending. As always, Pavel was generously compensated for his yard work and home improvements.

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Reader Friends: David and I will take a break until after New Year’s. Right now I am having a case of ‘writer’s block’. When I embarked on this project, I planned to write about a gay 60 year old looking for love, not just lust. Being 20 years older than David I thought I had enough experience to easily tell such a tale. It is easy to write sex scenes, just order a pizza and David could have a wild adventure with the ‘pizza boy’. But I want more than that for him. One suggestion was to have him volunteer at the ‘Gay Teen Support Group’, an outreach program at West End Congregational Church. Do you have suggestions? Make a comment or send me an email – tallguyct@hotmail.com Happy New Year, hopefully the adventures of David will return soon.