Bavarian Break

If you are not familiar with this term Woofer, it is basically an acronym for Worldwide Opportunities on Organic Farms. I know that many would associate it with the word ‘Woof,’ referring to hairy gay bears and cubs, etcetera. Please, however, allow me to explain myself more fully by relating this story to you.After finishing school I decided to enroll at an agricultural college. Yes, I know that this would seem like an unlikely career choice for a gay boy, but what can I say!Upon completing my two years at the college, I opted to do my third, practical year, at an organic farm in Germany. Here is why:My mother was a second generation German. Her parents originated from Hanover in Germany. It is widely accepted that the purest form of German, referred to as ‘Hoog Deutsch’ (the purest spoken German), originates from this area. Naturally, growing up, I not only spoke German to mom but my grandparents as well.With this benefit in my arsenal, I was able to go further afield than most of my fellow students for my practical year. The added bonus of being able to travel around Germany, a country I had not yet visited, was also a wonderful plus factor.I would naturally be in contact with my lecturers from the college on a regular basis, for projects that needed to be fulfilled during my practical year, and at the end of the year I would have to submit a thesis for final accreditation. Having decided to focus on animal husbandry, I focussed on being ‘employed’ at a dairy farm.One was not paid a salary as a Woofer, but all food and accommodation were taken care of by the farmers. Happily, all my pocket money was supplied by my parents.Upon my investigation into my possibilities in Germany, three opportunities presented themselves. The first two were with families who had small children, and therefore, not all that enticing for me. The third possibility, however, was much more to my liking.Wouter, the farmer whom I spoke to on the internet was a thirty-six-year-old bachelor. Wouter was a large bearish man and if his full beard was anything to go by, very hairy. He had a cheerful round face that was rather handsome and he instantly reminded me of an older version of my roommate, with whom I had just spent two years.Allow me to digress at this point in my story:Guthrie, my roommate, was a large country boy with whom I had enjoyed a two-year-long sexual relationship. A few weeks after initially starting college, he and I got pissed one evening and ended up ‘fiddling’ with one another. Sex with him was never breath-taking, but we did jerk-off each other off and I frequently sucked his dick, thereafter.Guthrie was betrothed to his childhood sweetheart and couldn’t wait to finally qualify and take Betty as his bride. Betty was an old-fashioned girl who was ‘saving’ herself for Guthrie. From the photos he showed me of her, they were a perfect couple. She had blond plaits, freckles, and a pudgy pretty face. I often laughed inwardly as I sucked Guthrie’s cock, wondering what she would make of our machinations.Back to my story:From the second I started talking to Wouter I instinctively knew that I would be staying with him. After he mentioned that he had never married because he had no interest in women, I countered by telling him that too was disinterested in girls. At that, his face lit up like a Catherine-wheel at a fourth of July pyrotechnics display. Although there was no communication of a sexual nature during our exchanges, his eyes, nonetheless, were always suggestively playful.The deal was sealed and three weeks later I was on my way to Germany.After arriving at the airport I took the two-hour-long train ride to the small town where Wouter had agreed to meet me.When I saw Wouter awaiting me at the station I almost burst out laughing. He was attired in the traditional Lederhosen garb, with the silly hat with feather and all. What amazed me, however, was that he was larger than I had anticipated and stood at least six-foot-four-tall. Wouter was also more handsome than I had recalled from our internet chats.In his jovial manner, he insisted on carrying my suitcase to his vehicle and soon we were on our way to his farm. Wouter’s body language was animated and excited, like a child who had just received a much-anticipated gift.The double storey farmhouse was picture perfect and looked exactly like a chalet that one would see on a postcard from the Teutonic regions.Once we were inside his house, the interior was old-fashioned, cozy, and had the pleasant odour of pipe tobacco. There was a huge pot of stew on the stove that he informed me should cook for at least another hour. After handing me a large tankard of beer we stood in the kitchen sipping our beer and chatting.Wouter then suggested taking me upstairs to see the bedrooms and bathroom. To the left of the staircase, there were two spare bedrooms. They were both charming and as old-fashioned as the rest of his home. Being a very old construction there was only one large bathroom and separate toilet to the right of those rooms, directly before the staircase landing. To the right of that, there was an enormous main bedroom, with the largest bed I had ever seen.As we stood looking at the bed, Wouter asked, “So, Rick, were would you like to sleep?”It seemed like a strange question because after all, this was Wouter’s bedroom. Perplexed, I answered, “Anywhere that’s most convenient to you.”“Well, you can choose any one of the three bedrooms,” he stated, matter-of-factly.“But… this is your bedroom,” I answered, self-consciously.“So, even with a large man like me the bed is surely big enough for two people?” he replied, chuckling impishly.Wouter had now played his hand, clearly making his wishes known. I was not surprised, and truthfully, delighted by his directness. As I looked into his eyes there was an expression of carnal anticipation on his face.“May I test your bed?” I asked, adding to the intensity of the moment.After Wouter nodded his head consentingly, I climbed isvecbahis onto the bed and lay in the middle of it on my back. Wouter then moved to the bottom edge of the bed and stood looking down at me.“I really like this bed the most,” I stated, before opening my legs very wide and clearly signalling my submission.Wouter instantly moved onto the bed before lowering his huge body and nestling his body onto me. With his face inches away from mine, he said, “Papa is going to take great care of you, Schatzi.”Hereafter, when we were in private I would always refer to him as Papa, and he to me as Schatzi. As you probably know, Schatzi is a German term of endearment and literally means; ‘treasure.’Next, as his lips locked onto my mouth, Wouter’s huge hips commenced dry-humping me. There were three sensations that I was now introduced to, far surpassing any former sexual experience that I had ever indulged in.Firstly, having initially been worried by his size, I now found his compressing bulk awesome. My second treat was being kissed by a bearded man, which I found very sensual. Last, but not least, Wouter was an incredibly noisy lover. He snorted, grunted, and growled continuously as his tongue lashed the inside of my mouth.As the intensity of Wouter’s oral attack escalated, so too did his pummelling hips. My crotch was received a solid grinding by what felt like a very large and rigid object. Shortly, the obsessive rubbing was stimulating me so fervently that I could feel an impending orgasm. It was apparent that Wouter was also a fast approaching climax before he lifted his torso and started roaring before our combined release came seconds apart.When Wouter lay on top of me in the afterglow, I enjoyed his strong masculine essence. There is an unbelievably pleasing earthy odour that farm boys emit, and Wouter’s rich aroma was breath-taking. This smell, combined with the strong scent of old leather from his outfit, made all my senses tingle.Ten minutes later and with sodden underpants, we were enjoying our dinner.From our conversations up to that point, I knew that Wouter had three men who worked for him. Two of the guys, Helmut and Sven, were and of similar age to Wouter and were buddies from his youth. They were both married and each had two kids. The third guy was a twenty-two-year-old youngster named Heinrich, who was the son of an old family friend.Please indulge me yet again, and allow me to tell you about the schedule on the farm:We would get up at four-thirty in the morning. The three workers who lived in the nearby town would then arrive at five a.m. At six-thirty Wouter supplied breakfast, which consisted of Bircher muesli, as well as an assortment of bread, cheese, cold meats, and coffee. At ten, coffee and biscuits were served, and at lunchtime, we all enjoyed the abundance of leftover food from the previous evening’s supper.On weekdays we all worked from five a.m. until three in the afternoons, after which the workers left for home. On Saturdays, Sven and Helmut were on duty from five until noon, and on Sundays, Heinrich was on duty from five until noon. From time to time, Heinrich apparently spent the night on Wouter’s farm. (After my arrival, however, this routine became the standard practice).One of my job benefits was that I was off duty on weekends. Wouter had a small VW that formerly belonged to his mother, and this vehicle was placed at my disposal so that I could indulge in sightseeing in the surrounding area.As we continued enjoying our dinner Wouter confessed that Heinrich was apparently, also his occasional fuck-buddy. Wouter then mentioned that although both he and Heinrich were basically ‘tops,’ they were able to work things out in a ‘versatile’ fashion. I was further intrigued when Wouter added, that Heinrich was a randy bastard and that he was sure that Heinrich would be all over me like a rash when he and I worked together.“Won’t that bother you?” I asked, somewhat perplexed.“No,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “Besides, when Heinrich stays over on Saturday nights, I think we can have a lot of fun together,” he continued with a horny grin. Then, after a pause, Wouter resumed, “I have always felt that there was an absent connexion between Heinrich and me in the past.”From the look he then gave me, I got the strong feeling that I was being perceived as the ‘missing link.’ My life was becoming more interesting by the second.After Wouter swallowed another mouthful of food, he continued, “Of course, if Heinrich doesn’t appeal to you then I’ll tell him to back off. However, I have a strong feeling you are going to like him. Heinrich is not the brightest guy in the world, but what he lacks in brains he makes up for with looks. I won’t say anymore and let you make up your own mind.”After Wouter had spilled his guts, I reckoned that a confession from me was also in the offing.“I need to tell you something, Wouter,” I said, tentatively.After a quizzical eyebrow lifted on his forehead I persevered, “I have never been fucked in the arse before.”A flush of amazement blossomed on his face before he affirmed, “Never?”“Never,” I verified.“And… so… you mean… I’m going to be your first?” he asked in stuttered astonishment.“Yes, Papa,” I replied.I had never seen a look of such delight and wonder on anyone’s face before. Wouter dropped his knife and fork instantly and placed his hands on the sides of his head, observing me in an almost deferential manner.”Jesus, I’m honoured,” he babbled, practically hyperventilating.“The thing is, well, I’m a little nervous,” I concluded.Wouter instantly arose and moved around the table toward me. After extending his hand he lifted me out of my chair and embraced me. Wouter’s lips tackled my mouth ferociously as he solidly clamped me in his arms. I had never been kissed so ardently in my life and almost had to fight for oxygen as his tongue assailed my mouth. When he finally loosened his grip and our heads moved slightly apart, a cobweb of spittle isveçbahis giriş bridged the gap between our lips. Wouter’s eyes were alive with lust.“Let’s finish off here quickly, Schatzi, and go upstairs,” he murmured.When we entered the bedroom, he stood before me and what seemed like an unveiling ritual took place. I know that it sounds like a ridiculous thing to say, but I felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night. As each article of my clothing was removed Wouter entered into a trancelike state, and it felt like his eyes were devouring me. As his huge paws constantly caressed my body during the process there was a solemn air that pervaded the room. When he was done he gently kissed me on the lips.Next, Wouter began to disrobe. With every article of clothing that he removed, I was more and more amazed by his hairiness. Wouter was large but not flabby in any way. His areolas were the largest I had ever seen on anyone and must have been at least one and a half inches in diameter.When Wouter was finally naked, I was stunned by his crotch. Firstly, I never knew that a person could have such an abundance of pubic hair. His cock, which by no means small, protruded out of the forest of fur like a cone. The uncut head that was respectable in size, stuck out of the mane of fur on what seemed to be a shaft that broadened substantially as it escalated toward the base. Above all, despite all the fluff, his nut-sac was bulbous and contained two balls that were the size of duck eggs.Unable to resist, I extended my arm an enclosed the front his dick in my hand. His knob was still sticky from his earlier ejaculation and his pubic hair was damp. As I slid my hand upward I was astonished at how the width of his cock kept expanding, and when my fingers circled the base of his knob my thumb and middle finger were inches apart.I looked up into Wouter’s eyes and smiled. “May I take a closer look?” I asked.Taking hold of my head in his hands he first kissed me, before his hands moved to my shoulders and pressured my body downward.Once on my knees, I observed the magnificent cone before me. Placing my hand around it I slowly unsheathed his cock-head. The ripe essence that assailed my nostrils combined with the rich odour of his sweaty and cum infused crotch, made me feel like I was having an olfactory orgasm. I was further amazed by the amount of precum that his dick was producing. The transparent liquid seemed to bubble out of his piss slit.“Ja, as you see my cock makes a lot of juice,” he uttered with a chuckle.Unable to hold back any longer my mouth moved forward to claim its prize. As my tongue commenced lolling with his piss slit, the cone kept dribbling its ‘juice’ and shortly my mouth had turned into a slick cavern. Moving my lips ever upward, I was astonished by the expansion of girth and it soon became clear that the last two inches were beyond my oral capabilities. Exciting as this blowjob was, I was, nevertheless, concerned about how my backside was going to cope later on.Wouter huge hairy hands now began to caress my head as if it were a precious orb. His hand action on my head was incredibly sensual as he stroked, clamped, and ran his fingertips on the inner contours of my ears. Once more I was also elated by the repertoire of his vocalization as he ‘oohed, aahed,’ and constantly intoned the word ‘Schatzi,’ over and over again.Time just seemed to melt away as his cock remained plugged in my mouth. When he finally began to grunt and snort, I knew that he was about to unload. The deluge that followed from him was spectacular and I had to swallow for all I was worth.When I ultimately looked up at him, my chest and lower facial features were swamped with saliva and knob secretions.Next, Wouter clamped my head and gave my visage an energetic crotch mashing, as if anointing my entire face.After I arose his hairy mouth joined the action as I was comprehensively licked by him. I was completely blown away by the sensuality of his oral ‘attack.’Once my upper torso and face had been cleaned, he looked into my eyes and said, “Now I want the gift that you promised me.”Clearly understanding his meaning, I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my stomach. When Wouter nestled his large hairy body on top of me I was fully prepared to relinquish my cherry. As his thick cone began to produce its ‘juice’ amid my butt cheeks, my imminent defloration began to excite me unbelievably and I was literally panting with lust. I was totally elated when Wouter commenced prodding at my manhole.When Wouter’s cock crossed the threshold of my innocence, the slight discomfort was completely immaterial to me.“Are you okay, Schatzi?” he asked.“Yes,” I replied.Applying more pressure, Wouter now allowed gravity to takes its course. After another few ever expanding inches he once more asked, “Are you sure you’re okay, Schatzi?”“Yes, just push it all the way in,” I bravely replied.I let out a huge exhalation as his thick cock completely its journey. The soreness was totally negated by the satisfaction I felt.“Oh, Jesus,” he exclaimed, “No one has ever given more a better gift.”After holding still for several moments, he again asked, “Are you sure you are okay?”“Yes, Papa, please just fuck me,” I pleaded.Wouter ran his hands over my forearms before clamping his fingers between the fingers of my hands. Completely pinned down by him, I felt overcome with gratification and I couldn’t believe how great my first day was turning out to be. My ‘contract’ with him, was that I would be staying for three months before possibly moving to another location. At that moment, I hoped that I would be asked to remain with him for the entire year.As his large hips began to stir his customary groaning and grunting commenced. The weight of his hairy body, his manly essence, his febrile lips on my ears, and the lustful sounds emanating from him transported me into an overwhelming sensual dimension beyond description.Wouter measuredly upped his pace and isveçbahis yeni giriş when he started humping me with vigour, I was ululating like a bitch in heat. Shortly before he shot his load, my balls spewed excitedly on his bed, followed by Wouter’s climax, which was spectacularly noisy and animated.As he continued to lie on me afterward and panting, I wondered if we were done for the evening. I would happily have drifted off to sleep after all the excitement of the day. With his dick still embedded in me, however, Wouter soon announced that he wanted to enjoy his ‘gift’ a while longer.Further continuing the bliss, I was ecstatic when his hips once more commenced their metronomic thumping. His renewed ‘onslaught’ was also much more prolonged.“Fuck, Schatzi,” he again began intoning, “Your arse is so fuckin’ tight and warm. Oh, Jesus, I just want to fuck you all night long.”By now, I was sure that I had arrived in heaven and happily succumbed to the extended rapture, with my brain celebrating the thought of the nights of bliss that lay before me.After an age of pleasure, Wouter once more unloaded into me with all the energetic force that had become his signature. As I drifted off to sleep that night I was ensconced in the arms of my Papa, happier than I had ever been in my life.The following morning we were up at four-thirty, and soon on our way to what Wouter called; ‘The Factory.’ The factory was located about two hundred yards away from his home and was a large structure where all the milking was done. Adjoining that, there was a second smaller structure, which served as the storage and technological facility for testing and product development of the milk, cheese, and other dairy produce from the farm. This, as I would come to know, was where Helmut and Sven spent most of their time.Shortly before five Helmut and Sven arrived. They were neighbours and alternated vehicles daily when commuting to and from work. They seemed like very nice guys and after brief introductions, made their way to the adjoining facility.As they were departing the sound of an arriving motorbike could be heard. When Heinrich entered the building and placed his helmet on the table at the entrance, my knees almost gave way from under me. In short, he was fucking magnificent!Heinrich was tall, lean, and handsome. He had a very fair complexion and his long tousled hair was a very light shade of blond. As he walked toward us I observed his very large boots, wondering what his feet would look like. He had the most arresting light blue eyes, which made me think about a picture I had recently seen of a Siberian Huskies. His eyebrows and eyelashes were so light that they almost appeared white.When Heinrich extended his arm I saw one of the largest hands I had ever seen. Although his nails were clipped very short the cuticles were slightly darkened, which was hardly surprising given the fact that he serviced all the machinery on the farm. The skin of his hands was also rough and leathery to the touch, a sensation that instantly sent a shiver of excitement through me.As we were introduced I became aware of Heinrich unusual speech pattern. He spoke with a slight lisp and as I would come to know, he had a condition referred to as macroglossia, which meant that he had an oversized tongue. I did not find this off-putting but it did, however, give his handsome face a somewhat dopey expression. The other aspect of this condition was that he constantly had to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand to remove excess moisture from his lips.After introductions, Heinrich returned to the entrance to hang up his jacket. As he did so Wouter gave me a quizzical, ‘so what do you think’ look. My broad smile and enthusiastic thumbs-up said it all.Once Heinrich returned, he and Wouter moved off to inspect a piece of machinery that Heinrich had attended to the previous day. After I watched them chatting for a brief while, Wouter lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. As I watched Heinrich listening to Wouter, Heinrich’s head turned to face me. A look of total delight radiated from his eyes as he did so. I instantly knew that Heinrich had been given the green light and chuckled inwardly, at the thought that I had been offered as a fringe benefitI will not bother you with all the details of the daily operations on the farm; suffice to say that most of my day was spent in Heinrich’s company, often alone.Throughout the day Heinrich frequently clamped my body from behind and rubbed himself up against me. This habit and the feel of his huge hands clamping me as his incredibly wet tongue licked my neck ears, was very erotic. It was almost as if Heinrich was systematically building my arousal and deliberately fuelling my lust for some advanced activity that would take place at the end of our workday.By three each afternoon Wouter was in his house, prepping the food for that night and the following day’s meals. He also used this time to work at his computer, attending to the admin that was required for running the farm.At three that afternoon Helmut and Sven departed and Heinrich and I were finally alone. As we stood facing one another he extracted a tin out of his pocket and opened it. Heinrich then took out a joint and lit it. After two puffs he offered it to me. After I declined, he had two more drags before nipping the joint and replacing it in the container.Heinrich now ambled toward me. After placing his hands on my hips, his face slowly closed in on my head. As he did so, Heinrich extended his tongue and for the first time, I got a good look at it. It was very thick, moist, and light pink. I excitedly opened my mouth to accommodate what appeared to be the eighth wonder of the world.As his tongue entered I was overwhelmed by the most erotic oral experience that I had ever had. The inside of my mouth was completely stuffed by the dope flavoured giant slug, which soon began to thrash about like an agitated serpent. By now Heinrich had his left hand on my back and his right hand firmly securing my head, as he also rubbed his crotch against me. I was clamped firmly in the most exhilarating body embrace of my life and would happily have spent the rest of the day in that position.