Howie Returns to PennsylvaniaChapter 3
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I never imagined that this is how I would met my lover, I always though we would reach for the last cross lettuce together in the veg isle of a well known supermarket, or, we would reach for the same best seller novel in the local lending library, or, I would trip up spilling my groceries and he would be there to catch me then help me reload my bags, in each scenario I would experience a jolt that stirred my inner self causing me to look around and be swallowed up in his pale blue eyes, knowing then that my quest for the holy grail had been successful.
I had spent many hours, many days and months searching various dating websites, but, too many just wanted to show me their cock, I hardly got to see their faces let alone their whole bodies, I wanted a body I could caress, nipples to suck on, necks to kiss, I reasoned that if these were available then more intimate sexual activity would follow.
Who ever we are, we carry baggage built up over time some from our early teenage period, mine has been built up layer by layer over sixty years, and mine was both physical and mental. I now have AMD (Age Related Macular Degeneration) so I can not get around being not allowed to drive a car, so potential lovers need to be mobile and visit me, there were many who did but found the travelling for necessary courtship exhausting. My mental baggage has to do with not recognising the signs that pass between people, like when a persons eyes dilate, which most people who recognise as a ‘come on’ signal, what inner chemical deficiency did I have that I failed to respond to these signals so keeping me a virgin until my seventy seventh year.
Then there was my wife, who felt that each suitor needed to have her approval before any intimacy could occur, of course we would go out together, not with my wife, and enjoy some companionship, theatres, art galleries, cinemas and of course restaurants, but, they all got bugged by the constant probing by my wife.
All this time I would rely on the euphoria achieved when experiencing the climax due to a session of masturbation, it still amazes me, that I can still ejaculate streams of cloudy fluid.
We live in an Old Lincolnshire Farmhouse, it is rural, it is remote, it is flat, they talk of 90% sky, we see the same few cars pass the house each day, we know who drives them and as there is only about four further farmhouses along the lane, traffic is very light. The farmhouse was bought when no one wanted to take on dilapidated farm buildings and renovate them, but we did just that.
This farmhouse has four bedrooms, two lounges, two toilets, some, might say that it is too much for just me and my wife, but we are quite content, ok, it takes some looking after but that keeps us occupied.
I have a number of hobbies, which means its in the barn where you’ll find me most evenings, well, that is until recently, because I now have a lover, where he lives and how we met shook me a bit, my now regret is that we did not meet years ago.
My wife enjoys a little stroll each day, some days she’ll walk as far as Lizzy’s and spend time catching up on local gossip, often, she is passed by cars and farm machinery, about a month ago a car stopped and my wife got chatting to the driver, it happened that he was taking a friends dog for some exercise, during the conversation, he asked how ‘Bill’ was, it stunned her a bit, he went on to say he knew a lot about Bill. His name was Andrew.
Andrew lived, in the Alms Houses on the green, his entitlement due to being a farm labourer working on the estate, it’s funny really because if I look out of the bathroom window I can see the parish church which can’t be more than three miles away, my wife soon took to Andrew and so he was invited to take tea and because he lived on his own was also invited to Sunday dinner, Andrew replayed any hospitality by helping out in the garden and doing odd repair jobs around the house, Andrew had the vigour to do any heavy jobs with ease.
I’m quite slight being just 5’ and weighing about 9 st, on the other hand Andrew towered above me by an extra foot and weighed more than 12 st, yes, he did have pale blue eyes and all his hair, Andrew had just retired from labouring on the estate although, he would help the estate if they were hard pressed especially at harvest time, it seems they don’t retire them when they reach sixty but closer to sixty six which made him a good 15 years younger then me.
I never thought much about Andrew being around until one day when we were stripped to our waists clearing a patch of garden that had got neglected and became over grown with weeds, he quietly leant across close to me a whispered, that I did not need to masturbated so much, I was shocked for a bit, then he went on to say that he could relieve anytime of my frustration and that it would be a pleasure for both of us.
So on that hot late summer’s day, began a change in our relationship, shielded from the house by a tall thick privet hedge he moved behind me, I sense his bulk, I leant my head into his bare sweating chest and felt his strong arms wrap around my body, one arm supported my around my waist while the other with his thick knelled fingers soon had my trousers belt undone then the trousers’ hook and eye then the fly zip was eased down a enough to cause my trousers to fall just as far as my hips, reaching into the opening Andrew pulled the elasticated top of my underwear and hooked it under my scrotum, which caused my cock to gain extra rigidity, although I doubt that it needed it, as my erection was forming as soon as Andrew mentioned my frequent masturbations.
I felt Andrew’s callused palm being coated with copious amount of pre-cum as he stroked the tender raw end of my cock, I sensed a feeling of light headiness as my legs started to buckle so I used his superior strength and rested my arms on his thick hairy arms.
My eyes half closed I saw Andrew spit into his palm producing a glutinous mass that he used to coat my cock, suitably coated he slowly at first stroked my member, I felt the rippling of his chest muscles and the slight caressing of the side of my chest as he worked my cock, I was soon gasping my balls were tightening my back arching as I thrust forward my hips on his downward stroke, I soon was humping his clasped hand thrusting ever more vigorous to achieve that much sort after euphoric climax that results in ejecting ones cum, not into a hankie or onto sheets or even as a trophy on some image on a computer terminal screen but onto some newly flowering ‘forget me knots’, shaking but happily supported in Andrews strong arms I quietened I then knew I had found my lover, lifting me slightly I felt his warm breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear wasn’t that much better especially as it was shared.
I wanted to do something for him immediately now, but as Andrew tidied up my clothes he thought that there will be many moments in the future for us to share intimacies.
I had spent many hours, many days and months searching various dating websites, but, too many just wanted to show me their cock, I hardly got to see their faces let alone their whole bodies, I wanted a body I could caress, nipples to suck on, necks to kiss, I reasoned that if these were available then more intimate sexual activity would follow.
Who ever we are, we carry baggage built up over time some from our early teenage period, mine has been built up layer by layer over sixty years, and mine was both physical and mental. I now have AMD (Age Related Macular Degeneration) so I can not get around being not allowed to drive a car, so potential lovers need to be mobile and visit me, there were many who did but found the travelling for necessary courtship exhausting. My mental baggage has to do with not recognising the signs that pass between people, like when a persons eyes dilate, which most people who recognise as a ‘come on’ signal, what inner chemical deficiency did I have that I failed to respond to these signals so keeping me a virgin until my seventy seventh year.
Then there was my wife, who felt that each suitor needed to have her approval before any intimacy could occur, of course we would go out together, not with my wife, and enjoy some companionship, theatres, art galleries, cinemas and of course restaurants, but, they all got bugged by the constant probing by my wife.
All this time I would rely on the euphoria achieved when experiencing the climax due to a session of masturbation, it still amazes me, that I can still ejaculate streams of cloudy fluid.
We live in an Old Lincolnshire Farmhouse, it is rural, it is remote, it is flat, they talk of 90% sky, we see the same few cars pass the house each day, we know who drives them and as there is only about four further farmhouses along the lane, traffic is very light. The farmhouse was bought when no one wanted to take on dilapidated farm buildings and renovate them, but we did just that.
This farmhouse has four bedrooms, two lounges, two toilets, some, might say that it is too much for just me and my wife, but we are quite content, ok, it takes some looking after but that keeps us occupied.
I have a number of hobbies, which means its in the barn where you’ll find me most evenings, well, that is until recently, because I now have a lover, where he lives and how we met shook me a bit, my now regret is that we did not meet years ago.
My wife enjoys a little stroll each day, some days she’ll walk as far as Lizzy’s and spend time catching up on local gossip, often, she is passed by cars and farm machinery, about a month ago a car stopped and my wife got chatting to the driver, it happened that he was taking a friends dog for some exercise, during the conversation, he asked how ‘Bill’ was, it stunned her a bit, he went on to say he knew a lot about Bill. His name was Andrew.
Andrew lived, in the Alms Houses on the green, his entitlement due to being a farm labourer working on the estate, it’s funny really because if I look out of the bathroom window I can see the parish church which can’t be more than three miles away, my wife soon took to Andrew and so he was invited to take tea and because he lived on his own was also invited to Sunday dinner, Andrew replayed any hospitality by helping out in the garden and doing odd repair jobs around the house, Andrew had the vigour to do any heavy jobs with ease.
I’m quite slight being just 5’ and weighing about 9 st, on the other hand Andrew towered above me by an extra foot and weighed more than 12 st, yes, he did have pale blue eyes and all his hair, Andrew had just retired from labouring on the estate although, he would help the estate if they were hard pressed especially at harvest time, it seems they don’t retire them when they reach sixty but closer to sixty six which made him a good 15 years younger then me.
I never thought much about Andrew being around until one day when we were stripped to our waists clearing a patch of garden that had got neglected and became over grown with weeds, he quietly leant across close to me a whispered, that I did not need to masturbated so much, I was shocked for a bit, then he went on to say that he could relieve anytime of my frustration and that it would be a pleasure for both of us.
So on that hot late summer’s day, began a change in our relationship, shielded from the house by a tall thick privet hedge he moved behind me, I sense his bulk, I leant my head into his bare sweating chest and felt his strong arms wrap around my body, one arm supported my around my waist while the other with his thick knelled fingers soon had my trousers belt undone then the trousers’ hook and eye then the fly zip was eased down a enough to cause my trousers to fall just as far as my hips, reaching into the opening Andrew pulled the elasticated top of my underwear and hooked it under my scrotum, which caused my cock to gain extra rigidity, although I doubt that it needed it, as my erection was forming as soon as Andrew mentioned my frequent masturbations.
I felt Andrew’s callused palm being coated with copious amount of pre-cum as he stroked the tender raw end of my cock, I sensed a feeling of light headiness as my legs started to buckle so I used his superior strength and rested my arms on his thick hairy arms.
My eyes half closed I saw Andrew spit into his palm producing a glutinous mass that he used to coat my cock, suitably coated he slowly at first stroked my member, I felt the rippling of his chest muscles and the slight caressing of the side of my chest as he worked my cock, I was soon gasping my balls were tightening my back arching as I thrust forward my hips on his downward stroke, I soon was humping his clasped hand thrusting ever more vigorous to achieve that much sort after euphoric climax that results in ejecting ones cum, not into a hankie or onto sheets or even as a trophy on some image on a computer terminal screen but onto some newly flowering ‘forget me knots’, shaking but happily supported in Andrews strong arms I quietened I then knew I had found my lover, lifting me slightly I felt his warm breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear wasn’t that much better especially as it was shared.
I wanted to do something for him immediately now, but as Andrew tidied up my clothes he thought that there will be many moments in the future for us to share intimacies.
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