My father was a college professor and when I was thirteen we moved to this college town in Appalachia. We were city folks and being up there in the mountains with all those hillbillies was a new experience for everyone. Don't get me wrong, people were nice, but to us they were uneducated. In school I was left alone, no one was my friend. At that age I had also started masturbating, which I did at night in my underwear. I noticed that my mother had put a couple of towels under the sheets. I masturbated a whole lot.

During those days I got to walking outside by myself. I had found this small creek and I would walk up and down the banks of the creek. I went further and further and found this old barn that was falling down. I went in there to masturbate. It felt really good standing in the open jerking off. Until the day that this old farmer caught me. He was mean and he grabbed me and laid me over this bale of hay. He tried getting his cock in me but things didn't budge. He dropped spit on me and got squared up and ran his cock up my ass in one hard thrust. He kept telling me to settle down and when I did he went on to fuck me making animal noises.

When I got free he wiped his cock on his shirt and told me to come by anytime and he would teach me to like his cock. Before he let me leave he had me hold his cock in my hand, he was half erect and suck him. I didn't go back to the barn for several weeks, but I kept having this urge to go and one day I just kept walking until I found the barn again. I could see the farmer on the other side of this orchard. He saw me, stopped doing what he was doing, wiped his head with his rag and walked across the orchard to the barn.

When he arrived he told me to go in the barn, not to stand outside people might see me. Inside he asked me I had come back for more. This time he let me suck his cock for a while. He got my pants down and leaned me over the same bale of hay and spit on me and used his finger to stick up my ass. He finger fucked me for a while, all the time jerking me off with this other hand. Then he got behind me and slammed it into me again. He could tell I liked it, I couldn't control myself, I was moaning and making small noises while he fucked away. This time he cleaned his cock on my shirt.

I was a loner while we were up in the hills. I snuck away and went to the old barn once or twice a week and the farmer let me suck his cock or he would fuck me. I liked both. From time to time he sucked my cock, or fingered my ass. I liked that too. When my father's job ended at the end of the school year we moved back to town. I masturbated and thought about those afternoons in the barn. It took a long time before I got up enough nerve to let my History teacher know that I wanted to suck his cock. He fucked me good, made sure I was stuck to him for a good long time. Unlike the old farmer my History teacher's hands were smooth and when he fingered me or jerked me off his hands were smooth. He also got me to take tutoring from him. I did real good in Social Studies that year.

The last time I had the opportunity to get personal like that with a farmer was in 2011. I was with my family in Iowa, we were there looking up an old uncle of my wife's. He and I went around the old farm, it wasn't a working farm anymore and he let me suck him good in the tool shed out back of the barn. He couldn't get hard enough and he was satisfied being jerked off and sucked. I had deep desires for him to get in back of me, but I went to bed that night with the desire unfilled.

We are city people and I get around with the art crowd. I found the art crowd by accident, but that is where the action for me is. They know me now and I get invited to parties where I can hook up with this and that artist. It is always fun. I have told a couple about my experience with the farmer when my dad taught at that small college in the hills. They are curious. I tell them not to get too excited, that old farmer probably also fucked the farm animals. I was just a lucky find.