Before we parted that day we kissed. We were impatient even as children. Maybe tomorrow when he's back we can all get together and see what happens. When I felt Ken swallow my cock into his mouth I was elevated to a new level of excitement. I looked over at Ken and swallowed my bite of sandwich. I leaned down and took Ken's cock into my mouth. I sat in the car for a few minutes then reversed out of the driveway. I realized that I was completely hard and it scared me. I didn't pay much attention to them because they were all quite mean to the pickers. He told me to lay down on the blanket. I was stunned to see how much cock came out of Ken's mouth. Orle was every bit as attractive as Ken even though the two had totally different looks. It was about the same length as Orle's but I was able to but my face against his crotch without chocking. I found myself pretending to be with Gloria because it felt right. I choked a few times but neither of the fuckers seemed to care. I was never that hopeful of a speedy passage of time. My voice cracked with hesitation and unsuredness. He told me that it had been a long time since the two of them did anything like that. We wound up sitting together on the way to the berry farm. The sun had warmed the fruit so that it was dripping with sugar. His chect and arms were very muscular. We were both very excited at this point. Orle pushed his cock against my ass but it was too big to enter. There was three or four distinct squirts. Ken didn't waste any time which was nice because I was starting to feel all too conspicuous. It brought back a lot of memories to see it again.
Orle pushed his cock against my ass but it was too big to enter. I was giddy with delight at the chance to spend more time with him and couldn't wait to get started. My mouth was going dry and was getting even more uncomfortable. Here I was enjoying a relaxing cool room while they were all out in the hot sun. I let my eyes drop back down to Ken's crotch and the bulge in his crotch was more pronounced than before. Curls of hair rounded out from the neck. We were well hidden from anyone on the outside and far enough away from the field that there wasn't any chance of beign seen. He had another old man helping him. The pickers would stop for lunch. They were both nice men and always took the time to say hello to me with a smile. I reluctantly told him that we kissed once during lunch time. Ken was almost exactly the same size as me but Orle was a little taller and heavier. I could see all the pickers in the field and I felt a bit sorry for them. The more I thought about it the more obsessed I got with the images of that past afternoon. Well not hard, rock hard. The curly chest hair gave way to straight, silky fine hair on his stomach that disappeared inside his boxers.
Ken was leaking precum onto me and I onto him which indicated to me how horny he was. Ken was sitting facing me with his legs spread apart. Orle got in on my right and Ken got in the drivers seat. It brought back a lot of memories to see it again. We lay there for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow. I could feel my anxiety grow as I sat there with this man who had somehow transformed himself into a very desireable, attractive person. We lay there for a few seconds before Ken moved around and cuddled into me. Everyone loved Orle. He might have been old but he was in amazing shape. He had a quart of berries on the window which he took down and came to the blanket. It must have felt good to Ken as well because he arched his back and cooed in delight. And that was something that was easy to do when you lived on a dirt road with a muddy stream to play in. I just sat there with my arms still outstretched, frozen with delight. He wasn't overly big but his face was one of a chubbier person. I did as he said and dropped to my knees. Chapter 2 Having finished a quick lunch followed by a particularly sweet dessert of strawberries in whipped cream, I stumbled back to my car and began my drive back to my brother's house. The force of Ken's fucking was pushing me against Orle.
It was still full of spit from Ken which made it taste all the more sweet. The curly chest hair gave way to straight, silky fine hair on his stomach that disappeared inside his boxers. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was stretched tight against his skin. I turned to him and caught the sight of him, completely nude with his flaccid cock dangling helplessly from a mound of salt and pepper pubic hair. When I felt Ken swallow my cock into his mouth I was elevated to a new level of excitement. I had never felt anything like that before. I leaned down and took Ken's cock into my mouth. I was about to go around to the cab and get in when I noticed Orle coming around the truck. The head of his cock struck my prostate and I began to cum into Ken's mouth. I was use to my own cock which I was able to easily grasp but this was much larger. We were almost home and Gloria had snuggled into me and had fallen asleep. He was naked from the waist up now and I could see why he was able to work the way he did. I was barely into my sandwich when Ken put his hand on my thigh again. I was sporting a nice hard on just thinking about it. I was thrusting my ass back toward him as it began to feel better and better. Having had something to eat, we were ready to resume our lovemaking. I awoke about a half hour later.
To my left was the field where my sister and I grew some lettuce but ate it all as soon as it broke ground. My sister was a year younger and we were joined at the hip for many years. In a 69 position that put his cock directly in front of me. I was now on my hands and knees with Orle's cock thumping in and out of me. It also seemed to stimulate him because when I began to cum I dropped like a stone onto his cock, swallowing it whole. Ken began to make very short quick thrusts against my face while he was dealing with my cum squirting into his mouth. The one old man, Ken, was there but Orly wasn't. Ken started to get more and more agressive with his tongue as Orle continued to try to get more and more of his cock into my mouth. Ken tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. Fresh, warm, destemmed and crushed. For some strange reason, I suddenly had a craving for some berries. I started to cum in his mouth and when I did he sucked even harder and began to make noises as he swallowed every drop.
A few minutes later and Gloria got onto the bus. I started to move my hands away from Ken but he stopped me by clasping my hands in his and bringing them to his mouth. Having had something to eat, we were ready to resume our lovemaking. The uncomfortableness and fear had taken its toll so my cock just hung in a semi-hard state. I just sat there with my arms still outstretched, frozen with delight. At the end of the day, Ken slapped me on the back and said "good job! All of a sudden, Gloria and I were a couple. Ken pushed on. Ken watched as I finished taking off the last of my clothes. That was a lot of money back then. Rock hard but silky soft. I knelt back and watched as Orle's pale brown cock buried itself in Ken's darkly tanned face. It was depressing to see the place all overgrown with bushes and weeds and everything growing wild. Orle pushed his cock against my ass but it was too big to enter. I found myself drawn to his cock by strange forces. I was always so jealous and in awe at the same time of the guys and girls who got to go picking. His cock sprung out from its pen as Ken slid out of his pants and tossed them aside. A second and smaller third shot of cum followed quickly. Ken got up from his stool, took me by the hand and led me away from the table. He was holding onto the shaft of his cock when he pulled out. Ken knew her and told me that he thought she was a nice girl. We got dressed and went back to work. I didn't want to create suspicion so Gloria was good cover. He spit on my ass which was already wet and massaged it in with his fingers. He was freshly attired and clean shaven. With her I was conscious of her nose and the odd taste of her lips but with Ken it was totally different. But in a short time I began to enjoy it and relaxed. It wasn't long before I was once again transported back in time
Before we parted that day we kissed. This was going to be my own private trip. I figured I would spread the blanket on the grassy hill and relax for a while. We snuck away from everyone and had lunch by ourselves. Finished, we both slumped onto the blanket, exhausted. A 4 cents a quart, a person picking quarts would make a whopping 4 dollars. Instead I was greeted by an undistinguishable mountain of flesh. We talked a little bit as we worked. He only lived about an hour away from our birth home. It must have felt good to Ken as well because he arched his back and cooed in delight. It was just too bad that the summer had to end. For some strange reason, I suddenly had a craving for some berries. He wore baggy pants and shirt so it was hard to tell his actual size.
We started to kiss lightly at first then more vigorous. I turned down the road and crossed the bridge. Ken took a large strawberry and placed it in the palm of his hand. He said he would pay me 3 dollars for the day. I felt strange when she sat down with me. I couldn't wait for the next day. A few people noticed how chummy that Gloria and I had become and made comments about it. It was a lot easier to suck on because it was slimmer. I really didn't have a girlfriend but I liked the sound of it so I pretended that Gloria was the one. I had longed for a chance to make some money but I was always too small or young. And that was something that was easy to do when you lived on a dirt road with a muddy stream to play in. All spent, we all dropped to the floor and huddled into a mass.
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Orle had to stoop down a little to compensate for his extra height.
Ken wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I was stunned to see how much cock came out of Ken's mouth.
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Orle slowed down his pumping when a huge glob of thick cum exploded from his cock and splashed across our face. It hadn't been 50 years for me but it was over Orly was another older man who I thought was pretty good looking.