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Neighbouring Farmer Stuck
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Dick Wilkinson
At around puberty (10 ? 12 ?) I remember going for a walk down by a river, and letting my wellingtons sink into soft mud at the edge of the water. My wellingtons pressing against my legs got me hard. I walked on, smearing the mud between the legs of my boots and keeping my cock hard. Then I heard that distinctive repeated revving sound. I came across a neighbouring farmer’s son struggling with his tractor stuck in a field. It was a tractor where the driver stood on the back (Fordson N), and I could watch his wellingtons working on the combined clutch/brake pedal. He was shouting “Grip you Fucker” whilst all the time he was digging it in, slowly burying it until he was totally bogged down. With every burst of power the tractor exhaust issued a plume of black smoke. The sturdy farm lad in his wellingtons urging on the tractor, hopelessly stuck, made a huge and lasting impression on me and I remember it vividly. The memory excites me again and again. He just wouldn’t give up, even when you could see it was no good. He’d bogged it good and proper. I was panting hard and muttering “Go on . . . go on . . . “. I caught my breath and felt tension building inside me. I was straining to urge him on. Then I lost control. I didn't know what was happening to me. I nearly passed out when I started convulsing. It felt like the contents of my guts were erupting through my stiff cock in big lumps. A big load erupted in my pants for the first time. My childhood was ended and my fetish life had begun, seeking out stuck motors and getting stuck, in wellingtons.
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This should have been marked "The First Time" - but it wasn't the last: I continued to get horny and think abouit gettig stuck when I got into much mud in my wellingtons. Then I woud climb into the loft in the barn and throw myself down on a batten of straw or hay bale. Then I would start humpiong like rocking a stuck tractor, and moaning, thinking about Dick when he was stuck. I used to hold back as long as possible, looking back at my wellingtons struggling to get a grip like the tractor tyres, until the supreme moments came when my crotch yanked up towards my chest again and again and dump its load.
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@booted-driver I think, that you got a hard-on again and jerked off when you wrote your hot story.
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Wriiting porn is bloody hard work. There's spunk everywhere.
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@booted-driver said in Neighbouring Farmer Stuck:
Wriiting porn is bloody hard work. There's spunk everywhere.
Can I introduce myself. Horny to jerk off and cum
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Hang on in there. You are a gentleman of good taste. I'm spent for the day. More posts tomorrow perehaps to get yoiu going.
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@booted-driver said in Neighbouring Farmer Stuck:
humpiong like rocking a stuck tractor, and moaning, thinking about Dick when he was stuck.
Pretty much what I did at that age, although without the benefit of Wellingtons or a live example to remember. I wonder whether you were friends with that neighbor and ever had the opportunity to talk about his experience(s).
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The guy was much older than me and we never got to know eachother, though I considered him a it of a hero. He died of appendicitis at 21. He was a bit of a card, playing tricks on his bicycle when he was following the cows through the vilge - in his wellingtons. He seemed to be able to spin the handlebars 360 degrees somehow, showing off to anyone watching. His memory lives on for spinniing his tractor wheels and getting his Fordson N properly stuck. We could have made music.
