Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 22:06:44 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 11

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

*** "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."

Chapter 11

"OK," I said sitting up, "let's talk."

"Come back here you lil' brat," he snickered at me, pulling me back down on
him.

"No, I can't lay like this if you're going to yell at me."  I was about to
try and sit up again, but the way his arms were around me I knew I didn't
have the strength to even try.

"I'm not gonna bitch at you kiddo, I just need you to know a few things is
all."  He took a deep breath and started talking about his life.  Growing
up a farmer's son, the time he had served in Vietnam. How he'd been wounded
and returned to duty to serve two more tours.  How the effects of the war
had repercussions which lasted to this very day.

How he'd met his wife, his high school sweetheart.  How he felt when Damion
was born and how his life changed when Barrett was born.  Explaining how
his boys are his life and how proud of each of them he was.

He told me that life in the country, on a farm, is unlike life anywhere
else.  That things happen there that wouldn't happen elsewhere.  How sexual
urges and needs are taken care of and not spoken of outside of the people
that live there.  He told me that each of them had messed with some of the
livestock and yes with each other, but Mrs. Stewart did not know about it.

"I can see you and Lancelot have a special bond happening.  I see it in how
he is around you and how he treats you.  Ain't no one able to handle him
like you and dang it you don't know shit bout horses."  He took a deep
breath, and continued.  "I just happen to catch what you was doing with him
and it's got me a tad worried."

"Sir, I..."

"Now you just hang on son, lemme finish.  You got's to know he is an animal
first and foremost.  He ain't like you and me.  That boy can kill you with
a flick of his hooves, yet you don't seem to worry bout that do ya?"  I
didn't say anything, I knew he was right but also knew Lancelot would never
hurt me.  "I sees ya down with him and you gots your pecker up in his maw
like he was sucking ya.  Son them horse teeth could nip your dick off like
you pops the head off a dandelion."  I sighed.  He was right, I wasn't
thinking clearly.  Mr, Stewart lifted one of my legs, pointing at my bare
foot covered in dust and dirt.  "Don't like ya around him without you
wearing boots neither."

"Yes sir I hear you.  I won't do nothing more with him."

"Boy," he said gruffly, "you ain't hearing me.  Alls I'm saying is be
careful."  He chuckled softly, starting to rub my abs again his fingers
slipping into my jeans.

"Yes sir I do hear you, just don't want you getting mad at me is all."
Mr. Stewart threw up his arms and legs and let them fall limply down.

"I gives up.  You win kiddo," his arms suddenly tight around my chest.
"Just don't come crying to me when that there flea bag walks off chomping
on yer pecker."  Mr. Stewart began biting my ear, his hand fully inside my
jeans squeezing my cock.  "Christ almighty Cody," he exclaimed pulling his
now wet hand out, "he done slobbered you up good.  You best go hose down
for my boy comes home and wants to suckle on yer pecker.  Dang horn dogs
that you two are."  He chuckled softly to my ear rubbing his thumb over his
fingers.  "Dang slobber makes the slickest lube though huh?"  I bent my
neck, looking back at him seeing him blushing.

"You mean...?"

"Hell pup, you think you's the only one?  You's think I don't know?"  He
laughed as he pulled my jeans open, exposing my spit slobbered pubes and
slicked cock.  "Feels good when it's fresh but let'er dry a bit and ya gits
that real nice sticky friction."  He made a fist and pushed it on to my
cock making me push back against him.  "Ya feels that?"  I moaned as he
slowly slid his hand on my cock.

I moved to kneel between his legs, his eyes watching me as I worked to take
his cock out.  I wiped my hands over my balls and bush scooping up what
remained of my tryst with Lancelot, working it onto his dick.  Using both
hands I held him, sliding my cock up the underside of his cock.  He never
took his eyes from me as I continued to fuck my hands, my cock and balls
massaging his big daddy cock.

"Yeah baby boy, hump your young pecker on my cock.  Mmm yeah, make daddy
feel good now."  I looked up at him and smiled, enjoying it when he talked
like that.  "Come on son, make yer daddy real happy."  His hand stroked my
face lovingly.

"Tell me what you and Bear have done," I asked softly.  "How did it start?"

Mr. Stewart told me that about two years ago, he walked in on Bear giving
his brother a blow job and how excited it made him.  He said he wasn't gay,
but that during his time in 'Nam', some things had happened between him and
a buddy.

"Trust me son, I never saw my boys in a sexy way until that moment.
Something in me clicked and before I knew it I was sucking Barrett's cock.
Sucking it hard and fast as I had to have his ball juice."  I nodded.

He went on to tell me how it became a regular thing, him sucking their
cocks, keeping them happy.  Then one day he woke from a nap on this same
couch and Bear was laying on him.  Bear told him he had met some new kid,
well not met him yet, but that this kid had moved in.

"He was going on and on about this handsome boy and how he didn't know if
he was like him or not, but how he couldn't stop thinking about him."  His
hand stopped caressing my face and lifted my chin.  "He was talking bout
you son.  See even before y'all met, you done stole his heart."  He closed
his eyes and moaned as I thrust harder against his cock my pre really
lubing us up.  He grunted and I felt his cock go steel hard.

"Fuck son, daddy's gonna cum.  Yeah come on make me cum son!"  He was the
one humping now, thrusting his massive daddy cock into my hands against my
teen boy cock.  I leaned forward and took his fat head in my mouth, tasting
is man cock.  The sweat, old piss and all the flavors it held.  "OH fuck
yes, suck me baby boy, get ready to drink yer dads cream."  His massive
hands held my head still as he thrust his cock deeper in my mouth.  "Oh
yeah fuck, shit..."

His hands moved and began to manhandle me.  Pulling at me, grabbing my
jeans and muscling me around.

"Gotta have yer sweet boy juice baby, com on my son, give daddy some
sugar."  His mouth hungrily gobbled my cock up as my balls pressed to his
nose.  I felt him sniffing my sack as his fingers began probing my ass.

I was losing it.  His mouth and hands working on me and his awesome cock
trying to reach my belly.  I tensed up and tried to hold back.  I wanted
this to last forever, but my balls won and I came hard and fast into his
mouth.  His breath was fast and labored, his mouth making wet sucking
sounds as he drank my load like a maniac.

I lifted up and held his cock in my mouth.  My teeth hooked under his rim,
and my tongue rubbing over his head.  A mighty exhale blew his spit and my
cum out around my cock and onto my tight balls as he came.  I choked and
gaged as it overwhelmed me, tears running out of my eyes as I struggled to
recover and show him I could do this.  I may be a boy to him but I was a
man boy.  When we had both finished, I turned around to lay on him face to
face.

"Christ son, if'n you suck ol' Lancelot's pecker like that, he'll love you
foreva."  I smiled at him.

"I do," I whispered, and he winked at me.

"I know ya do.  Damion done told me."  He caressed my face again.  "Heard
all about the blow job orgy up at the hot springs."  He chuckled, "Done
busted a nut all over my eldest while he told me too."  He face got
serious.  "You best not waste none, ya hear?  That be the most expensive
cum you eva drink."  I looked at him in disbelief.  "Boy how you think I
pay for all this," his arms gesturing around.  "I make money on his nut
juice.  That there horse gots him a blood line of champion jumpers.  We
ain't talking yer average county fair winner.  That there be champion stock
and his lil swimmers fetch a high price."

"I'll make sure to not miss a drop," I chucked.



We lay there quietly for some time when we heard the sound of a strange
truck pulling down the drive.  We both got up and Mr. Stewart adjusted
himself so he wasn't showing as bad as he had been.  I grabbed a shirt that
was hanging on a nail, slipping it on but leaving it unbuttoned.  It must
have been Damion's as it was two sizes two sizes too big and smelled of old
spice, which I have to admit, when he wore it smelled rather nice.  I found
some old boots Bear kept there for mucking the stalls and slid my feet into
them before rejoining Mr. Stewart at the main door to the barn.  He nudged
me with his arm;

"Button up boy, these here folk are M O N E Y."  He adjusted his hat and
from somewhere pulled a ball cap I'd seen Bear wear several times, pulling
down on my head.



A large new looking four door pickup truck pulling a fancy horse trailer
pulled up.  A tall lanky man in very over the top cowboy style clothes and
shiny snake skin boot hopped outta the passenger side.  The driver
followed, and was dressed more like Mr. Stewart and me, with jeans and a
plaid shirt, work boots and ball cap.  He looked tough, like an ex-con or
maybe a cowboy biker type, and well shit, I didn't like either one of them.
The older man approached with his fake ass smile and white teeth showing.

"Howdy," he said with the most phony accent every.  "I'm looking for the
owner of this fine ranch, Know where I can find him?"

"Already did."  Mr. Stewart said.  "Stewart, Lou Stewart.  You must be
Mr. LeBlanc.  You's a few days early ain't ya?"  I could tell Mr. Stewart
was not happy to see this man, his voice was strained as he spoke.

"Well that we are.  Good to finally meet ya," they shook hands quickly.
The other man eyeing both me and Mr. Stewart up and down.  "Yeah, well we
figured we'd come up and spend the holiday here, try and miss all that
traffic."  He took off his hat and smacked it against his legs, like he was
trying to dust himself off or something.  I chuckled at his attempt to look
like a cowboy, his accent changing back and forth as he spoke.  Mr. Stewart
shooting me a look which told me to mind myself.

"Ayup, traffic can git bad at times," Mr. Stewart seeming to relax slightly
but only because I think he realized what complete idiots these two were.

"Well now where are my manners; this must be your boy.  Barrett is it?"  He
shoved his hand at me to shake.  I gripped it and squeezed.  "Wow, strong
grip you have there son," he commented wringing his hand.

"No sir, my boys are in town with their Ma.  This here's my boy, Cody."
Mr. Stewart put his arm around me as the man turned and looked around
seeming to become agitated.

"Jon-Bradford?"  His accent vanished being replaced with a new phony French
one.  "Jon-Bradford, venir ici s'il vous plait."  The other man shot him a
glance, making Mr. LeBlanc look back at us slightly.  "Forgive me,
Jon-Bradford come here please.  His mother speaks very little English and
sometimes I forget where I am and, who I am with."  His tone was very
condescending and my dislike for these people was growing stronger every
second they were here.

The back passenger side door of the truck opened and a boy about my age,
maybe slightly older emerged.  He was well build, maybe just shy of 6 feet
and dressed similarly in fancy duds.  They were all out of place, looking
more like, well shit, city folk.  All dressed up in pretty cloths, shiny
silk like shirts, big mirrored sunglasses.  They reminded me of that song
Rhinestone cowboy.  All a glitz and glitter.

The boy approached and greeted us with a nod and an air of I'm so much
better than you, OK I came, I saw, now I am bored lets leave.  Turning to
his father, I heard him whisper, 'I am not staying here.'  He was shushed
and introduced.

"My son, Jon-Bradford, for whom this whole grand adventure is for."  The
boy was not amused by this introduction and seemed to be very uninterested
in everything, except for the moments I would catch him checking me out.
"Per our agreement, I have brought the mare and request that she be boarded
here."  He looked to Mr. Stewart, "I would like to see the stud now if that
is possible?"  Mr. Stewart nodded.

"Cody, grab a headstall and lead and fetch Lancelot for me.  Will ya?"  I
did as I was told, leaving them to grab the tack and head down to the
pasture.

"That's a good boy, run along and do as you are told," the asshole father
commented.

"Cody, go on now, make it quick son."  Mr. Stewart said moving up to their
truck.  I could hear them talking as I went, Mr. Stewart telling them to
leave the mare in the trailer if she was started in season.



Lancelot was happy as always to see me and even more so when he saw the
headstall and lead in my hand.  I fitted it to him and he was insistent I
ride him.

I don't know boy," I said stroking his muzzle.  "I don't like these
people," I turned and looked up at them quickly, "but I think they got a
girl for you, so you gotta be a good boy for me OK?"  Lancelot nickered and
clawed the ground.

"Oh boy?" the asshole called out to me.  "Do you need some help?  Lars, go
help the boy will you?  Don't worry son, it takes experience to handle a
fine animal such as that one."  That was it.  The camel's back was broken.
I was pissed!  Who the fuck did this shit for brains asshole think he was?
I through caution to the wind, Mr. Stewart could beat my ass for it later.

"OK buddy time to show off, ya ready?"  Lancelot reared his head with a
whinny and I flipped up onto his back easily.

I could feel his excitement as I settled in.  He circled quickly bringing
us around to the gate which I opened.  I was nervous.  Not for riding him
but, I really didn't want Mr. Stewart to get mad if I fucked this up.  I
glanced up and relaxed as I saw a big smile on his face.  He gave me a
quick wink and slight nod of his head.

That's are cue boy, and with a slight nudge from my boots and a 'HA' he
bolted forward racing the short distance to where everyone was gathered.

"Whoa," I said firmly, Lancelot coming to a quick stop.  His pride showing,
he knew he was being examined.  I could feel his pride in how he held
himself.  A pride that was if he was saying yeah look at me, I am Lancelot,
stud god and this is my mate.

I was about to dismount but Mr. Stewart signaled me to stay where I was.
Lancelot stood there as they looked him over.  I petted his neck to calm
him as they looked at his teeth and around his butt.  I think they actually
felt his balls, which I knew did not make him any too happy.

"Does he have spirit?  Mr. 'Asshat phony man' asked.  Mr. Stewart winked at
me, raising his arm to back them up.

"Come on boy, HA!"  I commanded.  Lancelot reared up with a whinny, like
the Lone Rangers Silver, and then leapt forward breaking into a run heading
up the driveway.  He moved his head and I knew he was going to turn and
head back.  We raced past them like greased lightning, heading back down to
the pasture.

A brief moment of fear hit me as I knew he was going to jump the fence.
Then I relaxed.  I knew the sexy boy between my legs would not hurt me.  I
relaxed into it, Lancelot slowing a bit and taking us into the air with
grace and style.  We landed and Lancelot circled around coming to a stop.
I leaned down and hugged him, his neck pushing up against me.  We were a
team, buddies and he loved me on him as much as I loved being here.  He
snorted and nickered, hopping back and forth.  He was very excited, his
tail swishing about.

"You are a good boy, a fucking show off, but still a good boy.  Come on,
let's go back."  He needed no more encouraging and off we went, back over
the fence, trotting up to stand near the group which now included Bear and
his mom.  Both of whom were extremely impressed with our display, Bear
running over to me as I dismounted.

"Dang cowboy, that was slicker than shit," he said hugging me.  Mr. Stewart
clearing his throat at the language.

"How is your back?  Should he really be up riding dear?"  Mrs. Stewart
asked her husband as she lifted my shirt and rubbed my back.

"Really, I'm fine," I told them, "I feel great."

"Well enough for today, you boys come help me unload."  I handed the lead
to Mr. Stewart who smiled and smacked my ass as I passed.

"Show off," he whispered.

"Hmm, fine young rider you have there, Stewart, you taught him well."
Mr. LeBlanc said.  Mr. Stewart laughed loudly.

"That there boy, the one you done just seen riding?  Hell that there city
boy only started riding a week or so ago.  I ain't taugh him diddly.  That
there's what ya call a natural.  He and Lancelot here got a bond going that
no one's gonna break."

"Yes, yes, I see.  My son JB here has trained with the finest trainers in
the world, so I'm sure he can teach the boy some things."

"I think we best just keep to the business of why you are here and leave my
boys to me.  Ya hear me... Sir?"



After unloading the car, I showered and changed, Bear making me wear what
he picked out of his things.  Much to my dismay, they stayed for dinner.  I
couldn't eat as just being near these people made me sick.

"Oh Mrs. Stewart, that was a fine country meal," Mr. LeBlanc stated.
Reminds me of growing up and sneaking off to eat with the servants.  Oh
they could turn anything into something."  That did it, I had to leave.

"May I please be excused?  I need to... um, need to... use the washroom."
Mr. Stewart nodded and I headed right outside.  I think Bear was going to
follow me, but his dad told him to stay.



I ended up in the barn hanging with my boy Lancelot.  I was leaning on his
stall door, his head through the opening rubbing my back.  He gave an angry
snort and backed away.

"What's wrong boy," I asked reaching out to him as he danced around
becoming very agitated.  I realized why when Jon-Bradford came up and
joined me, leaning on the door next to me.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier," he said, no 'I'm better
than you' tone in his voice.

"Yeah?"  That was all I could manage to say.

"I can be a jerk sometimes and it sucks having a prick for a dad.  I was
hoping we could maybe start over?'  He stuck his hand out in front of me,
"I'm Jon-Bradford, but just call me Brad."  Lancelot was not happy and was
romping about digging at the floor.  I did shake his hand but really just
wanted him to leave me alone.  "I really like hanging out with you farm
boys," he said putting his arm around my neck.

"Yeah?  Whys that?  Cuz we's stupid?  Got no brains like you fancy city
folk?"  I hoped my tone reflected my dislike for him.

"No, hahaha, now why would you go and say that?  His voice feigned
surprise.  "NO, you boy are fun to hang with," He tipped his head back,
"and you all have such nice fuckable butts!"  I lost it.

"Back off dick head, you ain't my type."  My voice was angry as I pulled
away from him.  I realized I was somewhat trapped, him blocking my escape.
Lancelot was enraged.  He whinnied loudly, as if warning this punk to back
off.

"Let's just close this door here," the dick weed said, closing the top
portion of Lancelot's stall.  "There, now it's just you and me handsome."
His hands began undoing his belt and I made a move to escape.  "Ho, now
hang on where ya going baby," his strong hands grabbing my shoulders
shoving me back.

"You better back the fuck off right now, before I have ta kick your ass,
bitch."  My words were laced with venom.

"HA, you're the only bitch here, and I am going to teach you how to be a
good lil country fuck.  See I get whatever I want and well...  I want you,
and it starts with you on your knees sucking my cock."  A loud crash from
the stall door, surprising him as he stepped forward as he finished undoing
his belt.  "Someone needs to teach that bastard a lesson on manners.  Ha,
looks like I'll deal with that once my dad buys him.  I'll whip his ass
till he submits, just like I'm going to do to you."  He ripped his belt
from his pant and snapped it.

I lunged forward catching him in his midsection, slamming him to the floor.
We tussled about, rolling on the concrete.  Lancelot was really kicking his
stall door now, the whole bottom section bowing out with the force of his
kicks.  I had my hands around the punk's neck choking him.  I wanted him
dead, really I did.  That cunt was laughing at me as I choked him with all
my might.

Pain ripped through my body as he repeatedly punched my sides and my back.
I lost my hold and fell to the floor clutching at my back.  I could see him
getting up.  He pulled his leg back as I braced to get kicked.  With a loud
'Uff' I saw him tumble over me to the floor.

"Y'all get away from him you BITCH!"  Bear stood there ready to fight.  He
stepped closer, just as the door to Lancelot's stall splintered, two
powerful legs kicking out, catching Bear's hip sending him slamming into
the opposite wall, his head hitting the thick wood before he collapsing to
the floor.

Lancelot emerged, but was still blocked by parts of the door.  He began
lashing out with his forelegs trying to come out and defend us.  He was
pissed, his ears back, eyes wide.  I watched him curl his lips and take
snapping bites at the boy.

I was in terrible pain, my legs unable to hold me up.  Bear was no better
and from what I could see looked out cold.  I dragged myself to him, trying
to revive him so we could get away, when puss-nuts hooked his boot under me
flipping me over on to my Bear.  I looked up as a hot stinking fluid rained
down on, this mother fucker was pissing on us.

Piss stung my eyes, snortes up my nose and even got into my mouth.  Bear
woke but when he tried to move he cried out in pain.  I screamed for him to
stop, yelling that I would do as he wanted he just needed to stop.  I
wasn't being a baby, nor was I crying.  I was pissed and knew the only
thing to do was give in.  Give in and do as he said.  Then once he had his
pecker in my mouth, I'd nip it off like you pop the head off a dandelion.

"OK, alright, I give in, you win."  My words coming out as piss spat from
my lips.  "You want me to suck you, fine I will.  Ya wanna fuck me, OK you
can, I'll let you just stop and let him go."

"Yeah I'll stop, fucking whoosey ass country faggots.  Oh yeah," he chided
us.  "Don't go screaming for your daddy.  He ain't gonna save you.  He
needs us to save this shit ass farm."

"What are ya talking about," Bear groaned.

"I'm saying that your daddy ain't got the money he needs to pay the bank.
So he is selling us this piece of shit horse."  I was shocked!  He couldn't
do that!

"Fuck you bitch," Bear shouted struggling to stand up.

"Poor little farm boys, daddy's so broke they gotta sell his little pet."
He reared back laughing.  "Should tell dad I want this place.  Have him buy
it for me.  Make you fags work for me."

"FUCK YOU!"  Bear screamed at him finally standing on his feet.  "Dad ain't
selling you shit!"

"NO?  Well we'll see about that later.  Right now I'm just thinking about
shoving my big ass cock up them tight country asses."

I clawed and climbed myself up standing tall and proud with Bear.  Lancelot
was lashing out wildly but was unable to help.  He began kicking at the
barn walls, looking for some way to get out and help us.  Jon-Bradford
suddenly thrust his hips out, his body bending backwards grotesquely.
Standing behind him, punching his back like a gym's heavy bag was Damion.
His fists landing solidly over the punk's back and kidney area

"Only fucking happnin in here tonight is the one I am giving you."  The
punk dropped to his knees, falling over backwards.

"What the fuck?"  Lars growled as he grabbed a shovel rushing in to defend
his young master.

"Drop it ass wipe," Damion stated flatly spinning to face the much larger
man.  "Don't do nothing stuid..."

Lars swung the shovel wide, Damion catching it under his arm.  He wrapped
his arm down the handle, spinning his body, sending Lars face first into
the closed door of the stall next to Lancelot's.

"What in hell is going on in here?"  Mr. Stewart screamed as he and the
other man stormed in.  Lars spun to face him, Mr. Stewart glared at him and
he froze in fear.  Lancelot making one last kick, breaking free from his
confines, stomping out, blocking Bear and I from the others.

"Looks to me like your ill-mannered boys tried to rough up my son.  You OK
JB?  Did they hurt you?"

"He did," pointing Bear.  I came in here trying to be nice and make friends
and that one," his finger pointing at me, "He like pushes me down and says
he is going to fuck the city boy out of me."

"You lying sack of shit!"  I lunged at him, I was going to kill him, here
and now.  I was gonna rip his head off.

"CODY, STOP....."







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