Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 21:32:03 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 10

The usual disclaimer apply.  This is intended for adults over the age of
18, and may not be reproduced without the author's written permission.
This story contains sex between consenting teens and family members and
takes place on a farm so use your imagination.  Yes you read that right,
and this chapter gives some graphic details on that.  So if that offends
you, do not read any further!  Enjoy!

City Boy Farm Boy

*** "CODY...  BARRETT?"  Kenny's voice called out from the yard.  "HEY, you
guys about?"  Me and Bear smiled, our friend was here, then shock hit us as
we realized the state of our undress, panic set in all three of us, as we
heard him climbing the outside ladder.

Chapter 10

There was just no time to react.  I mean he was already coming up.  We'd
look like idiots running about trying to find our clothes and trying to get
dressed.  Mr. Stewart just moved his hand, signaling to stay put.  It was
hot, so maybe we could pass it off as trying to stay cool?  Yeah right, no
chance in hell for that.  Kenny's head popped up and there we all stood.

"There ya are, ya dumb Hillbilly fucks," he called out stepping into the
loft his eyes adjusting from the sun outside.  "I been loooo...." His words
fell silent as he took off his sunglasses and his eyes took in the sight of
us three.  I was still prostrate on the bales of hay, cum visibly leaking
from my well used hole.  Bear stood next to me, his cock semi hard bobbing
over me.  Then there was Mr. Stewart.  Standing there in all his burley,
hairy glory.  His massive daddy cock slumped over his big balls; a drool of
left over cum dripping from the head.  A na‹ve blind man would have
known what had just happened here.  Let's face it Kenny wasn't no fool.
Seeing his smirk appear was almost like reading his mind.  He wasn't
offended by what he saw.  No, he liked it.

Kenny sauntered forward to lean against a post, his thumbs hooked in the
pockets of his jeans.  He made a smacking sound with the corner of his
mouth, as he lifted his hand and flicked the brim of his cowboy hat looking
up at Bear and I.

"Boys," his eyes looking to Bear then to me with a smile and wink.  He then
rolled his head to look at Bear's dad and again flicking his hat; "Mista
Stewart sir."  He made another smacking sound as he looked to his boots,
kicking at the hay on the floor.  "Looks like my-a invite to this little
par-tay must-a done got lost in the post, huh?"  I quickly looked up at
Bear whose cock was fast becoming hard again, a smile on his face letting
me know he was ready for more.  "So, what's a horny young cowpoke like me
gots ta do ta be asked to join y'all?"  His one thumb still hooked in his
pocket, his fingers framing his boner straining to get out.  His free hand
began to pull at his shirt, the snap buttons popping open; slowly exposing
his work made chest and abs.  Pulling his shirt from his jeans, his hands
moving to his large silver and gold belt buckle.  With a flick of his
fingers it clinked and loosened.  He stopped and looked at all of us again.
"Y'all gots faces like I done just ripped a stinker in church.  Ain't
nothing wrong with a friend wantin a lil something that y'all been just
doing."  He looked around, "I means shit, look at ch'all, buck ass nakid.
The place stinking like a busy whore house on payday.  Sides, t-ain't no
big secret we all done it before.  Well maybe not together, but-cha knows
what I mean, right?"  Mr. Stewart stepped up to him and tugged on his
shirt.

"Wa'cha seein up in here now and what e'va may or may not happen, gots to
be kept right he'ya with us all, ya hear me son?"  He lifted Kenny's chin
so their eyes met.  You could feel the cockiness Kenny had just seconds
ago, pouring off him as this huge bear of a man spoke to him.  His size
enough to intimidate anyone.

"Ye-yes sir Mr. Stewart sir, I do.  My lips are zipped sir."  Kenny's voice
was shaky as he spoke.

"I means it son, no one knows bout it, friends, yer family, my family, no
one."  Kenny nodded.  "Well boys, Wa-cha say," Mr. Stewart looked back at
us.  "Y'all got some wood left in them peckers?"  As he spoke to us he ran
the back of his fingers over Kenny's chest, the boy visibly melting at his
touch; a wet stain forming on his jeans.

Mr. Stewart made fast work opening Kenny's jeans.  "How bout you give this
here old man a good look at your pecker cowboy."  He spun Kenny around and
pushed him back on the hay bales next to me.  It was a forceful move and
Kenny's body did hit the hay hard.  I knew Mr. Stewart was showing who was
boss and would never do anything to hurt any of us.

He grabbed one of Kenny's legs, working his boot off his foot, then
repeated this to the other side.  Grabbing the cuffs of his jeans,
Mr. Stewart yanked them off without ceremony, sending them across the loft.
We watched as he pulled and tugged on Kenny's balls making his cock wave
around.

"I'll deny I eva said it if-in any you's repeat it, but I do so love young
cock," he licked the pre coating Kenny's head.  "MMM, yeah and that sweet
cum they all give."  He looked up at Bear, giving him a wink.  "Ain't that
right son?"  Then with one fast action he swallowed Kenny's cock.  Twisting
his head back and forth as he sucked, Mr. Stewart's head bobbing up and
down; Kenny writhing under his manipulations.  Just as fast as he started,
he stopped, Kenny's dick, slick with spit, throbbing for release in the hot
air.

"Get up boy," Mr. Stewart ordered him.  He grabbed my waist and flipped me
over effortlessly so I was on my knees, his body leaning over me.  "Suck my
boy kiddo.  I wanna see you suck his nut dry."  Bear was already at my
mouth, poking to get in.  I quickly started sucking my loves cock, his
hands all over my head.

I prepared for Mr. Stewart to enter me again, but it was Kenny's cock I
felt instead; Mr. Stewart ordering him to fuck my boy twat.  Since I was so
well lubed with cum and stretched out from Mr. Stewart's eleven inch daddy
cock, Kenny slipped right inside.  His moans as he ground his boner into me
reminded me of the other time he fucked me.

I will not say I was relieved, I was hoping to have that monster cock back
inside me again.  Don't get me wrong, OK?  I really did love Barrett, and
was more than happy with what we had, but there is something about a long
fat daddy cock spreading you open, breeding you, filling you with his seed
that is extra special.  OH, wow I'm sorry, I sort of got caught up there
for a minute.  OK where was I?

Kenny had my hips in his hands and was fucking his cock into me like a
Wildman.  I expected a repeat of the other night when he slide in and came,
but no.  He was really going to town on me today.  Steel hard cock ramming
in and out.  Plump young balls banging against mine.  Hell yeah ride um
cowboy.

Barrett ripped his cock from my mouth and crawled under me so we were now
in a sixty nine, his mouth making love to my cock.  His dad had reclined
back on the hay beside us all, taking up a slow stroke while he watched his
boys fucking and sucking.  From the look on his face and the way he'd spit
on his cock, I knew this sexy man was loving what he was seeing.

I could see his eyes looking at each one of us.  I could imagine his
thoughts as he played out scenes in his mind with each one of us.  I could
tell he wasn't in to the whole orgy thing.  He wanted us each alone.  To
have us worship him as a god.  Well shit, why not?  He was a god!  Funny
thing is though, when I pictured him with Bear and Kenny, I saw them
sucking him and maybe him sucking them.  I was the only one he fucked.  I
couldn't help but wonder how it all started with him and Barrett.  Thinking
about seeing him sucking Bear a while ago, drinking his cum was making me
hotter.



I was getting close but didn't want to cum yet.  Bear was sucking me just
how I liked it, which only hastened my orgasm.  I squirmed under him trying
to get my cock outta his mouth, but he just sucked harder, holding me down.
Then with Kenny breeding me like a prize bull, I couldn't last; I was about
to lose all control.

"Stop," Mr. Stewart commanded, and like good little solders we all obeyed,
much to my relief.  He directed Bear to mount Kenny, telling him he had big
shoes to fill after he'd caught Damion pounding Kenny's ass up at the
cabin.  Kenny blushed as he learned they'd been caught.  "Dang boy, you was
squealing like a banshee.  I'm surprised y'all didn't wake the dead."
Mr. Stewart chuckled.  "Relax son, t'ain't much going on 'round here I
don't know about.  So relax and stop y'all worrying."  He took my arm and
gave me a wink, as he pulled me to him.  "This here pretty filly is gonna
come get him somemore from me."  He looked to Bear, "If-in you says he can
son."  Bear nodded with a big grin as his dad hoisted me up and over so
when I sat on his cock we were face to face.  "I wanna see yer pretty face
while I fuck you boy," whispering to me as he pushed me onto his cock.
"Come on baby boy let daddy fuck your pussy."

"Yeah Pa, fuck him good," Bear called out as he lubed Kenny's hole.
Kenny's eyes fixed on the huge cock now sliding into my ass.

"Hey," Mr. Stewart said softly to me.  "Look at me not them."  I focused on
him, my hands clutching his shoulders, my ass working short strokes up and
down on his cock.  I was lost to the pleasure of his cock in me, his eyes
looking into mine.  His hands cupping my butt as I slid down fully on his
cock.

"OH god yes, fuck me please," I cried out.  "Oh god daddy fuck me, fuck
your city boy."  My voice was loud, but we were in the far back of the barn
so no one could hear.  Mr. Stewart slapped my ass hard making me tighten
up.  He slapped the other side just as hard, the feeling of my ass
squeezing his fat cock was too much, I flung my head back, a long low growl
bellowing out.  My cum flew high up between ua as my orgasm finally hit.
Mr. Stewart lifting me up, sliding my cock into his mouth drinking my cum.
His tongue working over my head as he drank my boy cream.  His fingers
rubbing around my stretched hole, making me cum more.  He was sucking hard,
trying to suck every drop from my balls.



I could hear the boys fucking up a storm and knew by the sounds Bear was
making he was ready to cum.  Mr. Stewart pulled me close, his chest hair
tickling my face, his hot breath on my ear.

"Y'all ready for daddy to breed you baby?"  His words caressed me ear as he
pulled me down with him onto the hay; his hips were pumping his cock in my
ass.

This was now a down right country fucking.  He'd loosened me before.  Got
me ready for him to ram his cock into my ass.  His breathing was rapid, his
lips kissing my neck, teeth nipping my skin.

"Oh holy crap son daddy's gonna cum in yer sweet tight boy pussy."  His
words turning to grunts, his cock thrusting deep into me.  He maneuvered
over me, holding my legs up and spread, watching his whole cock fucking
into his new boy toy. "Here it comes son, get fucking ready" and with one
final push he exploded deep inside me.  His moans drowning out all other
sounds, his hips jerking hard against me.  I pushed up and let his cock
throb in me, feeling it in my gut.  His seed so deep in me it would stay
there for a long time.



I could hear Bear now unloading and Kenny begging for him to fuck him
harder.  I looked back and saw Kenny furiously jacking his cock, milking
his juice out of his balls, splattering it on the hay under him.  I stayed
on Mr. Stewart's cock, raking my hands through his chest hair.

"Oh my god," moaned Kenny, "That was fucking hot!"  He collapsed onto the
bales as Bear came over and kissed his dad asking him how I was.  He dad
smiled and nodded, relaxing into the hay.  Bear stepped over his dad and
kissed me.  He used his strength to lift me off of his dad's cock, he held
me tight as me lay beside his dad; his beefy arm around us.  Mr. Stewart
waved Kenny over, taking him in his other arm, we lay together, one big cum
soaked sweaty pile.



"Don't know what you young pecker wads got planned, but it's too dang hot
to do much.  Y'all wanna head to the quarry," Mr. Stewart finally asked us.
"I's thinking we'd grab us some brews and head up there, do some cooling
off.  We can wash off some a-this here stink we's all got going on.  Hell
I'll even give in and let y'all smoke that wacky tobackie y'all smoke.
Whacha say?"  We actually didn't speak, just stared hooting and yelling.

We were up and pulling on our jeans, leaving the rest of our stuff where
ever it was laying.  Bear and Kenny were out the loft door first, jumping
down to the hay pile below.  I stood in the opening waiting for them to
move when Mr. Stewart came up behind me.  He wrapped his strong arms around
me; kissing the top of my head.

"You doing OK kiddo?"  His body hot against my skin as he pressed to me.

"Better than you know Pa."

"Good, naw git your sweet ass done there and ask Ma for some towels."  He
humped his hips into my butt, sending me tumbling down into the hay.  I
looked up at him and smiled as he gave his crotch a squeeze and winked.

Bear was way ahead of me and was already passing out towels.  The sight of
Mr. Stewart jumping off into the hay made us all bust up laughing.

 "Come on boys," Mr. Stewart called out smacking each of our asses as he
passed by, "Race ya, last one there is slave boy to the rest for twenty
four hours."  He was off like a bolt, and quickly out of sight.  We looked
at each other for a moment then ran after him, pushing and shoving, trying
to keep ahead of each other.

We must have been quite a sight, the four of us, running through the woods
wearing nothing but our jeans.  Three young teen boys chasing their daddy,
as he easily out ran them all.  I'll tell you what though, I regret not
wearing my boots.  I think we all did actually.  Running on that trail
barefoot was fucking murder.  None of us would admit it openly though.  You
know you, ya have to look tough around your buds.  We were all catching
steps and hop jumping about as sticks and small rocks kept digging into our
feet as we ran.



We broke into the clearing and stood huffing and puffing looking around for
Mr. Stewart but he was nowhere to be seen.  It was dark now as we looked
all over, even trying to see down into the pitch black quarry, but nothing.

"I bet he snuck back to get light sticks," Bear said trying to hide his
concern.  "Yeah he went back for light sticks," he repeated.

"IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS DARKNESS..." a low growling voice seeming to
come from everywhere, echoed around us.  A small light appeared across the
quarry shooting up into the night.  It arced high overhead and crashed in
the tall grass not far from us.  All three of us screeching like little
girls as it happened.  "GOD SAID LET THERE BE LIGHT!"  The voice echoed
again, "AND THERE WAS LIGHT!"  The quarry water erupted in the yellowish
glow of light sticks, flying in from the opposite side.  "GOD SAW THE LIGHT
AND SAID THIS IS GOOD!"  Then we saw him.  Mr. Stewart stood across the
quarry, standing on the opposite edge, arms out stretched, each hand
holding a now burning road flare; his naked body bathed in the red glow.
"GOD SAID... GIT YA ASSES NAKED BOYS, ITS TIME TO GET WET!"  He flexed his
knees and dove off the edge.  Smoke and sparks flying off the flares as he
sailed down towards the water.  At the last moment, he dropped the flares,
diving straight in.

We were all yelling how awesome that had been when he broke the surface,
turning to look up at us.

"Drop yer socks and grab yer cocks, the water's beautiful boys!"  He looked
up to see us still in our jeans watching him.  "What's this fucking bull
shit?" His voice slightly irritated.  "Y'all suddenly git shy or something?
I said git ta stripping boy.  I'ma counting to three and I better see me
some fine young cocks a swinging up there.  ONE...  TWO..."  We all shucked
our jeans and moved to the edge.  "Yeah OK, I seen better peckers swinging
on them there monkeys at the zoo!"  We all groaned and got ready to jump.
"Wait," he yelled up to us.  "I was clearly the winner of that there race,
and," he laughed, "knowing you three butt head, lover boys, y'all got there
at the same time.  SOOOO that means y'all my personal slave boys for the
next twenty four hours!"  He punched the air and hooted.

"Bull shit old man," Bear yelled down to him.  "Come on boys, let's git
him."  The three of us stepped back and ran, jumping off the edge,
Mr. Stewart swimming fast for the shore.  Breaking the surface we swam hard
and fast after him, but shit, he was quicker than a jack-rabbit in heat and
was already part way up the path, laughing and taunting us.

"Y'alls slower than molasses, running up hill in February.  Y'all should be
ashamed at how this old man is so much faster than you."  We reached the
shore as he appeared at the edge.  He whistled to get our attention.  He
grabbed his cock and waved it as us; "HA, I gots a bigger pecker than alls
you too!"  He then leapt off, doing a summersault before knifing into the
water.

"Come on studs, show me up."  He again called out once he broke the
surface.  "Git yer girly butts up top and show me what y'all got."  Bear
was determined to show his dad up.  I knew he badly wanted his dad's
approval on everything he did.  Thing is though, he already did.  Yeah his
dad might be hard on him, might yell a bit, but that man loved that boy
with all his heart.

We waited as Bear dove off, doing his famous swan dive, but adding a quick
bend where he touched his ringers to his toes then back straight.  The
sound his body made entering the water was so seductive, my cock actually
swelled.  Kenny was next.  His dive more awkward in form, not as impressive
as Bear's, except that it was being done by a sexy as all shit cowboy.  I
was next.

I looked down and could see the boys moving away from the landing zone,
Mr. Stewart floating on his back, a light stick laying on his pubes,
illuminating his massive cock.  I leapt from the edge, deciding at the last
minute to dive instead of jump.  I heard them all yelling shouts of
excitement for my bravery.  My mind flashed to thoughts of being a diver in
the Olympics and how I was making a gold medal dive.

My decision was not a smart one as I realized my body was moving off of
vertical, something Bear had told me you needed to be or you could die.
That hitting the water would be like hitting concrete.  No time to react, I
panicked.  My legs and arms flailed wildly.  Trying in vain to right
myself, my body twisting and contorting as I fell.  My hands and arms
entered the water hard.  My back and legs slapping the surface flat, like a
piece if raw meat.  Pain shot through me at incredible speed, as gravity
pulled me deep into the black abyss of the quarry.



I couldn't move.  I was dazed and out of sorts.  Millions of little bubbles
tickled against my body as they slowly rose around me.  I seemed to stay
where I was, hovering in the depths of dark water.  I could see small dots
of lights from the glowing sticks far above me on the surface.  I was
really deep.  Fucking deeper than I had ever been.  Deeper than I had ever
wanted to go.  Invisible demons reaching up from the depths, grabbing at
me, pulling me to them.  Dragging me down into the pits of hell.  I closed
my eyes knowing I was going to die.

Hands began pawing at me from above.  I panicked again, coming out of my
daze.  I fought the hands trying to grab me, not so much to stop them from
grabbing me, more so in an attempt to get to the surface and air.  Two
large arms wrapped themselves around my chest crushing me as I was suddenly
shooting to the surface.  Powerful legs moving behind me, propelling me up.
I broke from the water, bobbing out nearly half my body length.  Some large
hairy mass pulling me back on to it.  I fought, coughing, choking, gagging;
fighting for my life, massive amounts of water vomiting from my lungs, I
could not breathe.

"Calm down boy, I got you," came a muffled voice I did not recognize in my
panicked state.  I was being manhandled, rough hands gripping my skin
holding me tight, I blacked out.

I woke again, my nose was blocked; my head back and a large mouth was
covering mine. A huge, forceful breath was being forced into my lungs.  I
coughed, the mouth that covered mine, moving back.  Mr. Stewart's face came
in to focus. His large hands smacking my cheek.

"Come on kiddo breathe, just relax and breathe."  I was still panicked, not
knowing what was going on, more strong hands now held my arms and legs.
With all my strength, I fought to move and finally rolled to my side,
coughing more water from my lungs, white hot pain shooting into my back and
hips.

"OW, fuckin shit!"  My words garbled and hacked.  "My fucking back!"  My
ears were ringing almost as if I was the thing inside a big bell making the
dong dong sound.  I could see everyone around me, worried faces looking at
me, but their voices were muffled.  Mr. Stewart's face was again close to
mine as I writhed in agony on the ground, his voice strong but still
unclear;

"Relax, I'm going to check you out."  I felt as he began feeling my body.
His hands felt and kneaded every inch.  In any other situation, I would be
turned on, but not now.  His hands moved down my legs and as they passed my
knees I stopped feeling his touch.  He carefully rolled me to my side and
began touching my back.

"Come on let's git him home."  I was scooped up and carried in his arms as
my boys trotted to keep at his side.



I woke again, laying on a bed.  Mr. and Mrs. Stewart stood near my head.
Bear and Kenny, stood by my feet, as a strange man was examining my back.
I realized I was still wet and naked, fully exposed to all present.

The man behind me was gentile and kind.  His soft hands and fingers feeling
my spine from my shoulders to my ass.  He rolled me to my back, his hands
rubbing down my legs.

"Hello Cody," he said smiling, "had a bit of a rough landing did we?"  I
groaned as his hands rubbed my calves.  "I'm doc Collier.  Look back to the
wall son, do you feel anything?"

"Yeah," I moaned, "on my feet."

"Good boy, now wiggle your toes," I did as he said, "Very good."  He came
up and felt my head and lifted my wrist checking my pulse.  He was wearing
doctor's scrubs which had lettering that said Doug Collier DVM.

"He's going to be fine folks, I don't see any breaks or feel any fractures.
His tactile response is good, and will return to normal in a day or two.
Keep him in bed tonight, and tomorrow getting him up and moving about the
house."  He handed Mr. Stewart some pills.  "Snap these in to fourths, even
a half could make Lancelot dopy, and give him one every four hours for
pain.  Only if he needs it.  I'll go get some cortisone and give him a
couple shots to relax the lower back muscles."  He left us, heading
outside.

"Boys, go git a blanket and some towels," Mrs. Stewart said.  I realized I
was still naked and quickly covered myself so she couldn't see.  She
chuckled, "Honey, it ain't nothing I haven't seen already."  She rubbed my
head as she moved past me.  "I'll go get you something to take your pills
with."

The doctor returned with two huge syringes filled with some kind of liquid,
one clear and one pinkish.

"I'll need you to hold him and flex his back," he told Mr. Stewart.  "This
is going to hurt Cody, but you'll feel better afterwards.  Try not to
move."

Mr. Stewart took me into his arms and scrunched me down, the pain abated
just being in his furry grip.  I felt the doctor feeling my back and the
pain as he stuck the huge needle deep into my muscles.  I cried out as he
moved the needle around, whatever he was injecting burning as he shot it
in.

"Easy son, I know it hurts like a bitch, but it'll make ya feel better,"
Mr. Stewart cood to me.  His hands were rubbing my back and shoulders as I
dug my finger nails into him.  I could also hear Bear and Kenny gasping as
the medicine was delivered.

"Pull him back please," the doctor said as he moved me to lay on top of
Mr. Stewart.  The doctor pinching my ass cheek and jabbing my ass with
another needle.  "This here is a tranquilizer Cody, it's going to make you
real sleepy."  He pulled the needle, giving my but a small rub.  "That'll
knock him out for a few hours."

I could feel whatever he shot into my back taking the pain away, and the
shot in my ass making me feel light headed and giddy.  Mr. Stewart held me
tight against him, my legs falling beside his.  My head resting on his
furry bare chest; his arms and hands stroking my back.  The last thing I
heard was the doctor saying something about coming tomorrow to check on me.



I woke to a small light casting a dim light over the room.  My mind was
still swimming from the shots, making me high as a kite.  I lay as I had
been, completely on top of Mr. Stewart. I could feel his nakedness against
my own.  His hands loosely held my neck and butt; his breathing soft and
easy.  My eyes were mere slits.  Not because I was trying to hide I was
awake, but because that was as far as I could open them.  I tried to move
but couldn't.  I heard the door to the room creaking and soft footsteps
coming close.  A hand to my head and the scent of Damion's old spice
faintly in the air.

"He gonna be OK Pa?"  The words mere whispers as he slowly rubbed my head.
"What all the doc say?"

"Most likely a pull, back here," Mr. Stewart whispered, rubbing my lower
back.  "Gave him a muscle relaxer shot and pumped him full a tranquilizer
like he gives to the horses to relax them.  Poor thing dropped off and
ain't woke since."

"Y'all want a break?  I can take over if ya wants me too.  I don't mind,
I'm in for the night."  I could now see Damion's face as he knelt beside
the bed looking at me.  His thumb lifting one of my eye lids, his face full
of concern.  His eyes wet.  "T'was an accident Pa, don't go beating yerself
up OK?  An accident ya hear."  Damion's hand stroked over my face.  "Poor
guy, heard he slipped or something?  Fell straight down?"

"Thing is son, this one here ain't like you or yer brother.  You's raised
tough.  This one here ain't like that.  Oh sure he likes thinking he's
tough like y'all.  Might even look tough, but they build um different in
the city."  Damion chuckled at his father's words.

"Pa, you ain't seen him scrapping with Barrett and Ken, have ya now.  This
here city boy can take his licks jus-a-good as any boy in these parts.  I
tell ya Pa, I wouldn't want this one pissed at me.  No sir, just might kick
my ass into next week."  I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I still
couldn't move.  Damion continued to stroke my head as he watched my face.
"Yous gonna be fine city boy.  Yous a fighter ya hear?"  Damion was a jerk
a lot of the time, but I knew he had a good side and I was seeing it now.

"Now, why don't you go check on yer brother for me," Mrs. Stewart's voice
cut in.  "He's all broke up bout this, like yer Pa here, thinking it all
his fault."  I couldn't see her but her perfume was sweet and comforting.
Damion stood and I felt him kiss my head.

"Get better city boy, you still needs to teach me to shoot like you do."  I
heard him walk off and the door close.

"You doing OK hon," Mrs. Stewart asked her husband.

"I'm fine Ma, jus worried sick bout my boy here is all."

"He's gonna be just fine. Doug gave him that medicine that makes Lancelot
pass out , so this is normal.  Well I brought you yer pills, go on take um.
We got the Fourth coming up and we don't need you getting all spooked
again, like the horses do."  I could feel Mr. Stewart swallowing and
wondered what all this was about.  I tried to move, to let them know I was
awake and hearing all that was being said, but I could only lay there like
a damn log.



I must have passed out again, I'm not really sure.  I woke up and it was
day time.  I was no longer laying on Mr. Stewart, but vary familiar arms
held me tight.  Soft breathing on my neck and a hairy leg lay over mine.
Bear had replaced his dad at some point.  I could see Kenny, sitting in a
chair, watching me from between his legs propped up on the edge of the bed.
He nodded his head, I assume at Bear behind me, a big smile on his face.

"Sleeping beauty awakens," he chuckled, dropping to his legs to lean closer
to me.  I felt Bear kiss my neck.

"How ya feeling baby?"

"I gotta piss," my voice croaked like a frog.  I sat up and the room still
spun but not as bad.  Bear helped me up and I sat right back down clutching
my head.  "Oh fuck me, what a night."

"Much as I want to fuck you right now, I don't think yer up for it," Bear
chuckled as he put my arm around his shoulder.  With Kenny's help they got
me up and to the bathroom.  Bear stood behind me and took my cock from my
underwear.

"Where'd these come from," I asked as he held my cock and I began to piss.

"His mom told us to put them on you, jus-in case the pastor, yer sister
came by."  I looked and realized Kenny was just in underwear and with a
quick feel, felt that bear was dressed the same.  "We all took turns
watching you buddy," Kenny said, reaching out to touch my arm.  I was about
to thank him when Bear's mom called up to us.

"Boy's git a move on, Pastor Paula's here and she don't need to see a house
full of near naked boys running round."  Kenny disappeared as Bear helped
me finish.  Back in the room, Kenny now sported sweat pants and a tank top,
and had stuff for me and Bear as well.  Kenny dressed me as I was not able
to move too fast as Bear scampered to get dressed too.  We all sat on the
bed as my sister walked in.

The boys stayed right there, as she refused to let them leave.  Thanking
them for being great friends to me.  We all chatted, explaining what had
happened.  I assured her I was fine and it was all my fault for being
stupid.  She said a prayer with us for me and was about to leave when Doc
Collier walked in.



I was examined and told to take it easy.  I had pulled a muscle and by
doing so had put some pressure on my spine.

"So, you're a vet?"  I asked, a slight concern in my voice.

"Vet, school bus driver and captain of the rescue squad, at your service
sir."

As my sister and he talked, I watched her pay him with some maple syrup she
and her fianc‚ made every year.  I realized just how different this
place was and how good I had it.  Here everyone was nice to each other.
Neighbors helped neighbors, and the vet was the bus driver, and a pretty
damn good doctor too.  I relaxed, my best friend and my boyfriend sitting
on each side of me.  Life was going to be good here, I just knew it.



In the afternoon, I was wandering around by myself, Bear and his mom were
in town, Kenny had gone home and Damion was off with friends.  They'd all
left while I had been taking a nap.  I ended up in the pasture with my
buddy Lancelot.  He was gentile as a lamb as he always was with me.  I
think he knew I'd been hurt, and was nuzzling me, giving me that special
comfort he always did.

I was petting him up by the gate when he turned me, pushing me against the
fencing.  Again, nothing was forced.  He used his whole head to move me,
leaving my back facing him.  He nibbled my shirt collar as if telling me to
take off my shirt.

"What do you want boy, you want my shirt off?"  Lancelot nickered softly,
blowing air down onto my back.  "OK, OK, hang on big boy," I chuckled
pulling my shirt up over my head.  "I'm not moving fast today," he gave me
another snort to my neck as I tossed my shirt on the fence rail.

Lancelot began sniffing my back.  Starting up at my shoulders and slowly
moving lower.  When he got to where I was hurt, he pressed his nose onto my
skin.  He made small circles with his nose, his hot breath warming my back.

He continued this until he reached my jeans nudging my butt gently as he
tried to push my jeans lower with his nose.  I took the hint and dropped my
jeans kicking them off of my bare feet.  Lancelot quickly sniffed my crack
and then shoved his nose between my legs, spreading them.  His nostrils
tickling the back side of my nut sac and he again sniffed my scent.  He
then returned to my back and continued the massage, if I can call it that.

With a stab of his tongue between my cheeks he told me the massage was
over.  He bent and lifted my jeans with his mouth, handing them to me.  I
pulled them up, Lancelot moving in to flap his lips over my soft cock which
quickly hardened.

"Oh Buddy, I'm not sure I'm up for this right now," I told him rubbing his
ears.  He continued to gobble on my cock, his slimy tongue rubbing up under
my sac.  I pulled his head down on my cock, now suddenly needing to cum.
He was a master and knew just what to do to make me cum.  His large teeth
and fat tongue touching me just right.  I shot a small load up into his
mouth.  I think the drugs were still effecting me.  He kept what he could
in his mouth, the rest dribbling out with his spittle all over my balls and
legs.  I shuddered, moaning his name softly as I clutched his head.



 I tucked my junk into my jeans, buttoning them up.  I left my shirt off,
turning back to face him.  He quickly nuzzled his face against my bare
chest, as if saying 'I hope you feel better'.  I hugged his head and held
him tight for several minutes.  When I let him go he raised up and moved
his floppy lips over my face giving me a big wet sloppy kiss, his tongue
actually Frenching me.  I chuckled with this new attention, the taste of
grass and my cum on his tongue.



I saw Mr. Stewart up by the barn and gave Lancelot a kiss between the eyes
telling him I'd see him later. As I headed up to the barn, I realized my
back didn't hurt hardly at all.  I reached back and could feel Lancelot's
spit and snot, but no pain.  I stopped and looked back at him, as he stood
watching me walk away.  He gave off a loud whinny and jumped up on his hind
legs.  I pointed my finger at him, and he whinnied again and ran off.



I found Mr. Stewart relaxing on an old beat up couch, puffing on his pipe.
He was dressed like me, only wearing jeans.  He patted the sofa next to him
and I lay down using his thigh as a pillow.  I watched him as he puffed on
the pipe' his hand on my abs; finger tips tucked under the waist of my
jenas.  We stayed like that for some time.

"So you planning on taking both of my special boys from me?"  I looked up
focusing on his face.

"Huh?  What do you mean?"  Mr. Stewart sat there for a moment.

"Well ya rush into town and steal my boy's heart, and I'm OK with that,"
his fingers rubbing slightly deeper into my jeans.  "I see how much ya
loves him and him you.  Now I see ya stealing Lance's heart too.  Trust me
son, you might like taking my pecker in yer tight boy twat, but that there
stud gots triple what I's got."  He chuckled as he looked at me.  "You
knows that already, don't-cha?  Mights well fess up, I seen ya messing with
him".  He pulled his fingers out of my jeans, clearly wet with Lancelot's
spit and my cum.  He pressed his fingers to my nipples rubbing them with
the slippery fluid.

I moaned softly as he lifted and slid under me, bringing me up to lay on
his chest.  He slipped his other hand into my jeans, wetting his fingers.
Now he rubbed both my nipples making me melt against him.  I could feel his
hard cock pressing against my ass through our jeans.

"You gave me that watching my stud sucking your pecker."  His fingers began
pinching my nipples.  "Like I said kiddo, ain't nothing that happen here I
don't knows about.  Times right for us to have a lil' talk."







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