At some point we are who we are Part 1

Author: Farmerslave
Title: At some point we are, who we are
Date: 03 February 2020

I woke up quite groggy, my alarm clock was buzzing mercilessly, the morning sun made a strange reddish luminance in my bedroom. In the far a rooster was heard, i turned to my side, and looked at the clock, 3.45 am, damn it, I sure am not a morning man. I kicked off my duvet, and sat up. I always rethought my career path at this time, I finished agricultural college last year and worked on our family farm with my dad. It is a dairy farm with a 350 ha of farmland, we had very clear separation of duties, I was in charge of the stables and the animals and my father took care of the fields. It was an arrangement i wasn't entirely pleased with. My passion was machinery and farming the land, not taking care of animals, but my father was the boss and it was an arrangement that wasn't up for discussion. I swung my legs out of bed, and got up i put on a pair of work trousers, a white t-shirt, a pair of socks and took a work jacket with me. I headed down the stairs, the house was silent at this time, my father would get up at seven o'clock and not a minute before. My mother wasn't around anymore, she had unfortunately died eighteen months ago, after a horrible couple of years struggling with ovarian cancer. I missed, and so did my father, he tried to hide it, but it was hard on him, and he still had not put it behind him. I got down into the kitchen and quickly made myself a bowl of cereal with milk. I ate it in silence and afterwards put the bowl in the sink, put on my boots and went into the stables, even though it was late june, the morning air was rather cold so i put on my jacket. I went on with the morning feeding and proceeded to the milking. I always milk with a pair of ear muffs with built in radio on. It makes the time go so much faster. I finished the milking shortly before seven, and at that time i heard a lorry pull up to the side of the barn, it was the milk pickup, I went to greet the driver, it was Tony a nice guy, good looking, probably 35, straight unfortunately. Oh yes I am gay, and that is pretty unusual in this very rural area of Yorkshire. My father knows, he claims he is okay with it, but I never felt comfortable to flaunt my sexuality in front of him.

Hey Phillip, Tony greeted me, I went over and helped him attach the hose to the milk tank, and we chatted about everything and nothing for a couple of minutes. It is a welcome break, and these days I do not have a lot of social life because regular farm hand, had quit so I practically worked for two these days. Tony is a local guy, I have known him for years, and I do actually play football with him in the village. Soon the milk tank was empty and Tony was on his way again. I went to the kitchen to say good morning to my father. Inside he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. He gave me a smile, a somewhat troubled smile, but it was somehow the only kind he had since mother died. He offered me some toast, i declined, but sat down to talk about the chores of the day. He had a few light chores around the farm, nothing major, his capacity seemed to be below 50% of what it was when mother was around. He reminded me, that we had a farm hand coming at noon for a job interview, and he asked me to be around. After the coffee we went our separate ways, I to the stable to do some cleaning, and to feed the calves. Time passed pretty fast, and soon I heard a car crossing the gravel in the courtyard, I looked out the window, and saw my dad walk up to a beat up old Daewoo, I went outside, it must be the guy applying for the farm hand position. When I got outside the guy was out of the car, and my cock immediately jumped to attention, he sure as hell was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. He was about 1,90 m lean with a muscular build, his skin was tanned, a beautiful face with piercing hazelnut eyes and a slightly frizzy black hair. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white v-neck t-shirt that showed his bulging pecs. My father looked quite puzzled at the man, as i came closer he looked at me, and said he isn't very good at english. I smiled and put my hand forward to greet the man, Phillip I said. Hello Mr. Phillip i'm Alexandru the guy said. We invited the man into the kitchen where we had a good talk, he was 24 years old, from Romania, been in England for a 18 months, had been working on a pig farm, but was actually trained on a dairy farm, and would rather work with that. The guy seemed nice, however a little shy, he was here alone, didn't have a wife, and didn't know many in the area. My father expressed his fear that the language barrier would become a problem, Alexandru promised to improve his English, apparently he was willing to promise whatever was needed to get the job.

After the meeting my father and I had a good talk, and we agreed to hire him, he was very cheap because he was a foreigner, and his lack of personal life, would make him a more flexible employee.

Alexandru started the 1st of July, and from the very start he proved to be a very accomplished worker, he was hard working, punctual, not afraid of dirty work and very obedient - which I quite liked, because it quickly became a fantasy of mine to own that tight ass of his. Well boys will be boys :-) On his first day I took him to town, to get him some work clothes. He quickly found three pairs of trousers, which i quickly exchanged to three pairs of overalls, a boiler suit, six t-shirts and a pair of rubber boots. He said he preferred trousers, I told him i preferred my workers in overalls, he just nodded and said thank you sir. My cock instantly jumped to attention when he called me sir. Back on the farm he was immediately put in charge of the early morning milking, the mucking and cleaning and maintenance of the grain storage. He never complained, and when told what to do, his answer was always Yes sir. One day we were helping each other out with the milking, and we chatted, I asked if he had left a girl in Romania, he answered very shortly no, i kept asking about girls, and after a little while he said "You like men". I looked at him with a surprised look, he looked down and said "Its not a problem". Why do you say that? I asked him. He blushed and said "You always have hard on" I was really surprised not actually mad, but he was the first guy that figured me out like that. "You like guys don't you?" he asked. I looked at him and said yes, i do like guys. He just nodded and turned to put the cups on another cow. I sneaked over to him and pushed him up against the railing, and pressed my pelvis against his ass. "You know what" I whispered in his ear, "I don't know if you have anything against gays, but trust me, I am not a weak faggot". His body shook a little as I pressed him against the railing, and he let out a small moan. I flipped him around and looked into his eyes, he was obviously horny, I put my hand on his shoulder and pressed him down on his knees. Well boy I think you better satisfy your boss I snickered. He raised his shaking hands and opened my trousers and pulled out my throbbing cock. He took it in his mouth, and started sucking. Boy he was great, he was able to tease, and prolong it. I looked up in the ceiling, and my eyes rolled back in my head, and i was certain i would explode in his mouth, but like a pro, he backed off and kept me on the edge. I grabbed hold of his head, and forced my dick deep into his throat. He was obviously taken my surprise, and gagged a little, but i kept him in a firm grip, and finished. My cock squirted hot sperm deep into his throat, he started coughing and i pulled out. "Fuck man you are a great cocksucker" i hissed, while i struggled to catch my breath. Alexandru stayed on his knees, he looked fucking great in on his knees in his blue overalls and black rubber boots and my semen in the corner of hos mouth. I think we are going to get along great I said with a laugh. He smiled and said, I like you, but I don't like to get dick in my ass. I pulled him to his feet, and pressed him against the railing again, and said you will get used to it. The fact that he just nodded, made my dick hard again.

Working with Alexandru, quickly became a very sexy affair. He was fantastic, and even though he claimed to be true top, and hated to be fucked, he let me do it as much as I liked. He asked to fuck me a couple of times, but i am a top, and will not allow anyone to fuck me. I have tried it once, but I hated it, I never felt so violated feeling another man force himself into me. The fact that Alexandru and I had sex, was something we kept a secret, my father had no idea, and Alexandru never spend the night in our house, and I never went to his place.

At the beginning of september, something unexpected happened. My father had a massive stroke and was taken to the hospital, where he died a couple of days later. I was of course heartbroken, I had lost both of my parents and I was only 23. But when I thought of it, I actually thought it may have been the best thing for my father. He hadn't lived since my mother died, he had only existed, and quite frankly he deserved so much better. Alexandru was a lifesaver, I spend a couple of days finding myself again, and through that time, he just worked harder and took care of everything. One day i sat in the garden looking over the fields, thinking i wanted to spread my fathers ashes over those fields he so loved, Alexandru came to me, he kneeled in front of me, and asked if I needed anything, i just looked at him and smiled, he immediately smiled back, and unbuttoned his overalls, and dropped them to his feet, and laid down over the garden table. I stood up and forced myself on him, and pressed my cock up his tight ass, I heard him moan and shift around in pain. I grabbed hold of his hair and fucked him harder, his moaning turned to muffled screams and i his eyes watered up. But he didn't ask me to stop, and had he done that I would have continued. After a couple of minutes, i came inside him, and I pulled out. He stayed on the table in silence. I put my cock back in my pants, and looked at him. "Put your clothes back on" I said. He got up, and pulled his overalls up an buttoned them. I looked at him, his face was wet from his tears of pain, but he was so fucking beautiful. Before I put a single thought into it. I asked him, "Will you marry me?" He looked quite puzzled, but after looking at my determined face for a minute he asked "You mean it"? "Yes I do, I never met anyone like you" i said. "Yes" he said "I will marry you"

A man marrying another man sure isn't something normal in Yorkshire, so we kept it very private, in fact it was only the two of us at a registry office. Alexandru didn't really think much of it, he thought it was a bureaucratic nightmare, and the ceremony was anything but romantic in his eyes. I was the sole heir to my parents fortune and farm, and their deaths made me a somewhat wealthy guy, and to protect that, I demanded a prenup, leaving Alexandru with nothing in case of us splitting up, furthermore Alexandru needed a specific visa to marry en englishman. But as always he went along with it all, and signed what I told him to sign. In many ways he was my perfect partner.

Our marriage worked incredibly well for me, and the farm was running smoothly, Alexandru takes care of the stables and I the fields and machinery. But after seven months or so, Alexandru and I was in town and he needed new workwear, and he picked out some trousers, I said no and found some overalls for him. He just accepted it. In the car Alexandru said he thought it would be great, if we shared the work, so that he every now and then would do field work, and I every once in a wild did the milking. I told him that wasn't going to happen. He just said okay. After a month or so, we were lying in bed after sex, Alexandru was sore from fucking, he hadn't cum, and his face was again wet from his tears of pain. He looked at me, and asked if I would let him fuck me, I told him no, I was never going to let anyone fuck me. Then he asked me, if I would suck him off, I told him maybe tomorrow. Looking back at the way I treated my loving husband. I was practically begging for him lo leave me.

He didn't...

To be continued