Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 06:37:56 -0500 (EST) From: strike1463@aol.com Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 13 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 *** "What have I told you turd brains about running around nakid?" Mr. Stewart spoke, stepping into the kitchen, also butt naked. "What if yer Ma was to walk in and see y'all standing round like this?" "To late," Mrs. Stewart's voice surprised us from the other side kitchen... Chapter 13 Panic set in me as I literally threw my bologna sandwich up in the air, my hands quickly trying to cover myself as Mrs. Stewart walked in. I Moved behind Bear, pressing tight to his back, my arms clutching around his pecs, I am sure I turned every shade of red a person can blush. "Hey now boy, if'n yer tryig to hide yer pecker from my wife, I much prefer you don't hide it up in there now." Mr. Stewart chuckled as he crossed the room. "You ain't got nothing I haven't seen Cody, no need being shy now. I was changing diapers on these two for years." She laughed shaking her head. "Rememba hon, the first time I changed Damion's diaper, and couldn't get it on right? How his little wing-wang just started peeing all over us?" Mr. Stewart started laughing. She raised her little finger, moving it around. "It was just moving all over and pee pee was spraying up, oh my, it wasn't funny then but now, oh yes." "Ma, come on," Damion stated flatly, "No need to be saying all that." Mrs. Stewart began cleaning up my mess. "No, I'll get that," I said, moving out from behind Bear. I watched her eyes looking down at my dick and I quickly stepped back behind Bear, "Um, after you go away." Everyone broke out laughing. "Cody, after catching you two in the tub, and then hearing y'all yer room, seeing you now is just a little thing." She stopped and looked at everyone. "Well it's not that little." Again everyone started laughing. We headed back up to the room, me leading the way at a quick pace. I'd never been so embarrassed in my life! Back upstairs I climbed into my bed and hid. The boys were laughing and teasing me like crazy. I was tired, but sleep evaded me for some time. Bear held me to him but was soon in dream land. Morning came far too quick. We were up just as the sun came up. There was tons to do, chores and finish getting ready for the parade tomorrow. As we all tried to wake up and eat breakfast, Mr. Stewart told us of more work. Seems a neighbor was moving and gave his flock of chickens to the family. We were now tasked with building a pen and coop for them. "And Cody," Mrs. Stewart added, "You need to go talk to your sister at some point. Let her know what is going on and get anything you need. I wouldn't worry about clothes, you can just wear Barrett's things if you want, I know he won't mind," she looked to Bear who shook his head no. After we ate, Bear and I were marched up to the sewing room. Mrs. Stewart told us to strip to our skivvies so she could measure us. It was neat at how close we really were in size, with Bear just slightly larger than me. She was convince it was muscle bulk and that I too would begin filling out as I worked more around the farm this summer. She sent us on our way confident she could make one size to fit us both. By the time we had the animals fed, the stalls mucked and the cows milked, Mr. Stewart had the hen coop fully constructed. Nothing fancy, but it would 'do the job' as he put it. It was just barely ten and already it was hotter than hell. None of us had shirts on and our skin glistened in the sunlight as we stretched the wire fencing that would enclosed the pen. I have to admit, the work was extremely hard, but they all made it fun and I was enjoying the workout it gave me. Mr. Stewart was all business, but took the time to explain how things worked and helped me when I struggled. Bear taught me how to safely hammer nails, after I smashed my thumb for the millionth time. Damion gave me new work gloves so my 'pansy' hands wouldn't get torn up. Mr. Stewart kept giving me his normal ass pats and feels, well he did it to everyone, but seemed to do it to me more. After lunch we were told to work the horses. Run them and tire them out. Damion suggested we head to my sister's and get my stuff, and that since I wasn't bring much back he was sure we could get it all in saddle bags. Mr. Stewart agreed it was a good idea, but to not take forever as we still had things to do for the parade. We were soon riding along shirtless. Our mounts happy to be out and about. We all agreed to bust butt when we returned so we'd have time to ride up to the quarry before the sun went down. The afternoon was even hotter than the morning and even though we were not exerting ourselves we were slick with sweat. As we neared my sister's house Kenny drove up and we stopped to talk to him. "Whacha y'all doing?" His Texan drawl seeming heavier today. We briefly told him of what was happening, not mentioning the events of last night. "Well sheet, I jus gotta go stack some feed and I'm done. What say I ride ova and me-cha at yer place and we ride up to the quarry together?" We agreed and he flicked his hat in the sexy way he does, "See ya in a bit boys." He took off slow so he didn't spook the horses, then pop his clutch and squealed away hollering 'YEE HAW'. My sister and some church goers were in the parking lot dressing up the church's float for the parade as we rode up. We were greeted warmly by all, most of the folks knowing the boys and their family. I was ushered about to meet every one. I did put my shirt on but didn't have time to button it. As I approached the first lady I stuck out my hand forgetting I had on the gloves Damion had given me. In my mind I stepped out of my body and looked at looked at myself. My dusty jeans covered the work boots I was wearing. My jean's, although Bear's, fit me good and showed off my legs and crotch. I wore a brass oval buckle on my belt and the jeans were riding low, my happy trail visible through my unbuttoned shirt. My abs and chest were slightly more defined than when I moved up here and looked inviting as they glistened with sweat. My plaid shirt was open between my pecs and the sleeves were rolled up onto my biceps. My hair hung wet from the ball cap I wore, which, as was everything else, Bear's. I have to admit, I liked how I looked, a certified farm boy hick. If I were not me, I would want me. Wow did that sound vain or what? I quickly removed my gloves and wiped my hands on my jeans. I made it around meeting every one, all saying Paula had spoken often of my arrival and how they all looked forward to meeting her little brother. I explained to my sister and her fianc‚, Bruce, what was happening. "The Stewart's are fine people and will treat you well," Bruce began. "See to it that you mind and do as you are told." He turned to Damion and Barrett; "Since you are taking him from us now, I'll expect you both to help him when we are sugaring in the spring." The boys agreed as the phone rang. "Hello? Oh yes hi," Bruce said, mouthing to us that it was their mother. "No mam, they arrived just a bit ago and are upstairs getting Cody's things. No mam, yes mam I will tell them. Oh and thank you for that and for putting Cody to work. Make sure he minds. OK, Goodbye." He hung up the phone. "You guys better move it they are looking for you." Bear and I ran upstairs to get my stuff. Damion staying with my sister and Bruce to give them some canned goods from their mom. By the time he got to my room I was almost ready. Bear would not let me bring much clothing, saying he loved seeing me in his stuff. He actually stopped me from getting things so he could look me over. "Baby if we weren't pressed for time I would so make love to you right here right now." "Save it bud, we ain't got time. Dad needs us back soon as we can," Damion said entering my room. We only had enough stuff to really fill half the saddle bags we brought, and after hugging and kissing my sister, we mounted up and rode off. Back at Bear's it was pandemonium. His parents, Kenny, and some other man were chasing chickens, trying to round them up, and us riding up on big ass horses was not helping in this task. I was handed the reins to their horses and told to put them in the pasture as they ran off to help. I did as I'd been told and was soon running after loose chickens as well. I don't know if you've ever been around chickens, but they are vile, demonic creatures, whose boney little feet can make them run fast. Then once you get them they start pecking at you with their sharp beaks, demanding to be let go. Oh and let's not forget the shit. Man they can squirt this nasty, runny, multi colored crap which makes the ground slippery. We finally got them all in the coop, Mr. Stewart saying we needed to make the original fence bigger so they had more room. We boys headed to the house for a drink while Mr. Stewart said goodbye to the other man. Almost to the porch, I was suddenly grabbed and slung over Mr. Stewart's beefy shoulder, one hand to my ass the other grabbing my thigh. He carried me to the porch where he stood me in front of him as he sat in a chair. "It's all yer fault boy," he growled. "Ifn it weren't fer you haveig ta go get yer shit, y'all woulda been here to help unload them chickens." He shook his head. "Well ya gives me no choice, I gots ta do it." He pulled my over his lap, pinning me with a hand to my back and his leg holding my legs. "Ima gonna tan yer hide but good mister. Trust me it's gonna hurt me more than you." He gave my ass several swats that were playful. Mrs. Stewart came out and chastised him for being mean to me. "Ma, now you just mind yer Ps and Qs and let me get ta spanking this unruly child." He gave me two more swats but by then was laughing so hard they felt more like rubs than a spanking. As we sat and enjoyed the cool lemonade, it was decided that we'd all finish the parade prep as fast as possible then all head up to the quarry to swim and have dinner, Mrs. Stewart included. The early afternoon air was hot and heavy, and the thought of the cool quarry water fueled us to complete the prep work quickly. We unsaddled our horses and we boys rode bareback, shirtless and no boots. It was hard to keep the horses from running, it was almost as if they were wanting to get to the cool water too. Damion announced that since Ma was coming we should wear our boxers swimming. But that the first order of business was to clear out the number of light sticks that littered the water. Once that was complete the fun and actual cooling off commenced. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart arrived in a small wagon pulled by one of the draft horses they owned. They had two and used them to pull the big wagon Mrs. Stewart sold her wares from. Both males, they were castrated to keep them calm and focused. One was named Big and the other Ugly. Mr. Stewart was soon jumping off the edge and splashing around with us boys. Mrs. Stewart walked down the path and entered the water from the shore. After a bit she waved me over to her where she hugged me tightly. "Thank you Cody," she said kissing my forehead. "For what?" "For putting the life back in his old carcass." She nodded to her husband. "It's been a long time since I have seen him this full of piss and vinegar and it's all because of you." "I didn't do anything mam, really I didn't." "Well you did whether you know it or not. He thinks of you as his other boy, his new son. We both do. Both our boys have changed since you came into our lives. Barrett has never been happier and Damion, well his attitude has completely turned around. He used to be so angry and hateful, but that is slowly changing." She pushed me away telling me to git before she started to cry. Me and the boys continued to jump from the edge and rough house as Mr. and Mrs. Stewart floated off to the far side and just spent time alone. Even though their parents were there with us there was still a lot of ass grabbing and cock feeling going on under the water. Bear and I even found a few moments to make out behind the bushes on the trial up top. We ate dinner in the early evening, Mrs. Stewart putting on quite the feed even way up here. We swam a bit more and decided to head back to the house just as the sun was going down. Bear and I went to get our discarded jeans and found them soaked in piss. I looked over to see Lancelot messing with us, like he didn't notice us. Bear was angry, but I calmed him and called to Lancelot. "Hey buddy, yeah you, come'ere." I wiggled my finger and he trotted over, head held high. He didn't let me say a word and went right to nuzzling me. "What's up with this here shit asshole," Bear grumbled at him. Lancelot pressed his head to Bears chest and nickered. He then shoved Bear and me together and pressed his head between us giving us a loud snort. What could we say? How could we be mad at him? It was as if he was saying I know you boys are together, but you belong to me. Bear tossed our piss soaked jean into the wagon and we headed back to the farm with everyone. Bear and I were left alone as Kenny and Damion rode double back to his house, and the Stewart's headed into town for a parade meeting. Wearing only boots we set about brushing out the horses and bedding them down for the night, Lancelot being the last. He was being a bit of a butt head, and not the affectionate buddy he always was. When I washed his tummy, he'd always drop the fine cock of his, but tonight nothing. I was beginning to think he was sick or something when Bear walked in, also naked except for his boots. I was holding Lancelot's head when he nickered and gently pushed me towards Bear. Lancelot nodded his head at us and gave a soft whinny. Bear took me in his arms and Lancelot whinnied again louder. When we tried to leave, he became agitated and was motioning with his head for us to remain in his large stall, scuffing at the floor gathering hay into a pile. Bear left me dashing out into the barn. Lancelot continued to nod and scrape the floor of his stall. Bear returned with an arm load of hay and plied it with the rest. "This OK boy?" He asked as he kicked more hay from the floor creating an even bigger pile. I was confused and looking between both of them. Bear took me in his arms and began kissing me. "He wants to watch us do it," he whispered, his lips never leaving mine. I looked over at Lancelot and he was nodding and flapping his lips. I could also see his cock had finally dropped and large drips of his pre were leaking out. Bear took me to the floor onto the soft hay and looked about. "No lube," he groaned. I motioned to Lancelot with my finger to come closer, and then rubbed his cock head with my hand, stroking the clear fluid onto Bear's cock. "Try that, I moaned. Bear leaned in and his cock entered me easily, Lancelot stepping back to watch. I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist. His thrusting was hard and fast, burying his cock in my ass each time. I kept watching between Bear and Lancelot. Bear's face was contorted in pleasure, his eyes mere slits in the dim stall light. His grunting, loud and passionate. Lancelot stood wide eyed, his head moving to and fro watching us. His cock was out and leaking, swaying to his movements. His lips were flapping as if he was silently coaching us. I beckoned him closer. I wanted to play with his cock while my lover fucked me. He did come close but only his head did he bring near. He sniffed me starting at my head. Long slow breaths going in, quick exhales out. He moved his lips over my face, knowing I liked it when he did that. Sniffing down and over my neck and shoulders, sniffing at my pits. His nose continued to smear his snot as he worked over my chest and abs, then taking a long time at my cock and balls. His lips flapping over them, causing me to moan as he did. "Awe fuck that's so hot watching him kiss you all over," Bear groaned as he slowed his thrusting, Lancelot nudged him back to sniff where he was fucking me. "Yeah boy I'm fucking his ass, get a good sniff." Bear pulled almost out, Lancelot's nose tickling my butt as he sniffed Bear's cock. "Holy crap Codester, he's licking my pecker!" Bear shuddered and chuckled. "Fuck it feels good too." Bear began little thrusts with Lancelot's mouth still on his pecker. "Fawk, gots his lips around my shaft babe while I'm still fucking ya. I ain't gonna last ifn he keeps it up. Nope Fawk gonna cum." Lancelot gave him a push and I watched as he gobbled up Bear's cock. The big boy carefully stepping over me his cock hanging over my face. Bear was grunting and groaning, the slurping sounds Lancelot was making were deeply sexual. I lifted up, maneuvering so I could suckle his penis, the pre dripping from it sweet and hot. I lay in a 'U' shape face to his cock and legs up, my feet playing with his huge smooth balls. Lancelot's feet moving around telling me he was liking what was happening. He left Bears cock and gave a whinny. I was not prepared for the flood of hot horse cum that blasted my face with enough force to drive me back. His cock throbbed wildly in my hands, his balls having become firm between my feet, he kept cuming, covering my face, neck and chest. I collapsed to the floor spent even though I had not yet cum. Lancelot stood beside me, nudging Bear down to my cock where he quickly began sucking me. I watched as Lancelot began rubbing his nose on Bears ass making Bear suck me harder, moaning as he did. Lancelot lowered his head and held his mouth where I assumed Bear's hole was. Bear grunted, his fingers digging into my abs and leg. I could see Bear's once soft cock springing up to full hardness, and knew Lancelot was tonguing his tight teen ass. Lancelot seemed to be tongue fucking him good and hard Bear seemed to really be enjoying it. His grunts became moans, his sucking more passionate. You could tell Lancelot was loving it, his head turned side to side and he was snorting loudly. I moaned very loud that I was close and going to cum and without warning Lancelot move over bear and pushed him off my cock, Lancelot's mouth replacing Bear's. "Hey fucker that's mine ya bastard." Lancelot ignored him as he kept chewing on my dick. I couldn't focus, the feelings were overwhelming as my two lovers fought over my cock. Bear was somehow able to pull Lancelot off my dick and he gobbled me down, then Lance would shove Bear off and suck on me. When I came, they both had their lips moving over my head getting all they could of my cum, while I lay back humping up between their mouths. We left him satisfied and happy and headed to the house where Bear washed me with a soft cloth. We finally climbed up into bed and were soon fast asleep. We were woken up when the bare light bulb that hung from the ceiling turned on. Mrs. Stewart busily rummaging in the boys closet my new shirt hanging on the door. "Come on Boy's rise and shine, lot's to do before we can leave. I'm fixing your clothes, so hop to." Bear hopped down followed by me. He tossed me clean boxers and we slipped them on before his mom could turn around. She handed us black jeans and demanded we hurry. We were washed and dressed in record time and bounded downstairs for a quick breakfast of sweet bread and coffee. Mr. Stewart was decked out in fancy cowboy style clothes, his shirt having golden threads in the cloth making it sparkle. Mrs. Stewart was also dressed with a similar shirt, thou hers was more frilly and lady like. Her skirt was denim with embroidered horses on it. Damion and Bear were like me, jeans and a nice shirt, although my shirt kicked theirs to the curb easy. Mr. Stewart handed us each a new ball cap which proclaimed the family' name "Stewart's Farm". We loaded up the tack and horses which Damion towed with his truck. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart followed in his truck pulling the big wagon. We arrived at the staging area at eight and without being told we all knew what needed to be done. Damion worked with his dad setting up wagon, hitching up Big and Ugly in their tack to the wagon. Bear and I tacked out the other three horses, fixing the ribbons to the straps. Damion had been asked to be a flag bearer with his girlfriend. So as soon as his horse was set he was off to find his place as they would lead the parade. Mrs. Stewart returned and attached an official number card to the horses pulling the wagon. Kenny rode up all decked out is his best cowboy clothes. He jumped down and gave us both a hug wishing us a happy Fourth. I couldn't help but notice how tight his jeans were and how pronounced his cock was showing. Seems we were to follow them in the parade, and the parade people had requested we three move around both families' wagons. We were soon lined up and ready to go. For such a small town this was a pretty big parade. Well the town was actually big, but was divided into three separate smaller towns who all shared the same fire and police. The parade was only a mile long, but people from all over came to watch. I personally think we were the best received as when we passed people cheered and waved like crazy. My sister and her fianc‚ were behind us with a float which held a miniature replica of the sugar house where they made the maple syrup. She kept taking my picture and pictures of me, Bear and Kenny, as we rode around. Kenny was swinging his lasso around and would charge up to lasso one of the fake horse heads attached to his family's wagon. The entire thing was so awesome to me. I was having a blast, and even heard my name shouted out a few times, by people we passed. I have to admit though, the best part was near the end, seeing my dad standing there waving at me. The pride showing on his clearly on his face. Quite the shock as he and I were not on the best of terms. I rode over to him and saw the wetness in his eyes. "Well howdy partner," he said choking back tears, "Lookie at you." I smiled at him, not knowing what to say. I could see one of the parade people walking up to us so quickly told him where to find us afterwards on the fair grounds and quickly moved back up to find my family. "That yer Pa," Bear asked as Kenny rode up alongside me. I nodded, trying not to let my emotions break out. "Ya gonna be OK?" Kenny asked as bear lay his hand on my thigh. "Yep, everything's good." At the end we were led to our spot, next to Kenny's family and I wrangled the horses while the rest set up the wagon. This was the big part of the day. People sold stuff, or talked about their businesses. There were lots of food booths and games of chance, even carnival rides. Later there was to be a huge BBQ and fireworks. Bear nudged me nodding to the left. Looking I saw my dad walking with my sister, hearing her explain my new job. We hugged and I took him around introducing him to the Stewart's and Damion, then Kenny and finally Bear. "Dad I want you to meet my... my..." "I'm Barrett, Cody's Boyfriend." There was a second or two of stunned silence, I mean all of us knew it but it never really came out. My dad took his hand and shook it. "You got yourself a handful there son, make sure you keep him in line." The Stewart's took my dad and made him comfortable. Mr. Stewart and my dad swapping war stories and talking about the farm. After a bit my dad, Bear and me went walking around looking at all the different places. It was midafternoon when Mr. Stewart found us, telling us boys to run back and get Lancelot ready. "Why Pa, we leaving?" Bear asked sounding kind of sad. "Nope, Cody here's been entered in a jumping contest." He looked at me. "Ya up for it boy?" "Yes sir!" "Just do whatch do back home and you'll be fine," he told me. Bear and I headed off. "Hey Cody?" I turned to look back. "Reputation of my farms at stake, don't fuck er up." He smiled and waved at me. God the farms reputation... Bear went with me to the staging area. I was relieved to see only three other teams there. Two girls and one stocky boy my age. I took a breath of relief when from behind me I heard a voice. "HA! You need to be just going on home city boy. You ain't gots no chance against me." I saw the faces of the others go long, and I turned to see Kenny trotting up beside me. "A-yup you be looking at the champ three years running, so just turn that nag of yers about and head on back." He gave me a playful shove and we laughed. OK, this was going to be good. All us riders took turns shaking hands and the contest started. The idea was to ride out and take one jump, turn and head back taking another higher jump. Each would go, knock a post off and you got a mark. Knock a second post off you were out. If your horse refused to jump, you were out. Fall off and you were out. The top two riders got a trophy and money. First round went fine, the jumps were one and two feet. Second round three and four feet. Kenny and I cleared them easily. The two girls, sisters I learned, each knocked off a post on each jump so were out. Now the field was down to us three boys. The jumps were four and a half and five feet. I was not worried as the fence back at the farm was six feet and Lance cleared that with ease. First off was the stocky boy Glenn. He cleared the first one with just a nick of the horses back hooves. He made his turn and took off for the second, at the last minute his horse stalled sending him up and over the last jump, landing in the dirt face first. A loud groan from the huge crowd rose up as paramedics ran out to assist him. After a few minutes he was up and waving to the crowd who was cheering and chanting his name. The loud speaker crackled and announced Kenny was next. Reminding the people that he was the champion. He took off from the gate with a wave to the crowd who responded loudly. He cleared both jumps easily and trotted back to gloat over me. I didn't have time to listen or respond as I was being announced over the distorted speaker. The announcer told everyone I was the brother of Pastor Paula and had just moved up from the city. This caused a loud BOO to sound out. I thought of myself of the evil black knight here to dethrone the reigning champion of the people. The Boos turned to quiet as we cleared the first jump with lots of room to spare. When we cleared the second jump, a thunderous cheer rose up and my name, yes MY NAME was being chanted. We strode into the pen, Bear jumping all about and Kenny starting to look worried. The announcer began talking that the next two jumps would be set at six feet and six and a half feet and would be the final two jumps. "I mean come on folks, this is the champ we're talking about and some city boy who's just been lucky. Hell I hear he rode his first horse just a few weeks ago. Ain't that right Lou?" I looked out to see Mr. Stewart standing up next to my dad and every one. "Yep, but don't be counting him out Bubba, that boys good." There was a loud cheer and Kenny was announced. He rode out hard and fast, no wave to the crowd, he was focused on the jump and cleared it with ease. I started to get worried, and even Lancelot was nervous. I leaned over the horn of my saddle and cursed out loud at it. Lancelot nodded his head. I looked to one of the judges and asked about saddles. He told me any saddle type was OK. I asked quickly about no saddles and he chuckled saying it was fine too, but added no one ever jumped without one. While Kenny readied himself for the second jump. I dismounted and told Bear to take off the saddle. He gave me a worried look. "I ain't never jumped him with a saddle on and I think he doesn't want it either. Take it off." Lancelot was nipping at the harness that crossed his chest so that was all Bear needed to see and began unsaddling him while I took off my boots. Kenny began his run and was up and over, but the horse's rear leg kicked somehow and sent the top rail off. "YEAH!" I shouted turning back to see the stocky boy Glenn helping Bear get the saddle off. "I ain't never seen a city boy ride like you and ifn this helps you win, then go for it." I patted his back thanking him. Kenny rode in as the judge radioed in about the saddle change. Kenny took one look and then looked to the judge. He got off his horse and shook my hand. "Good luck city boy. I know you got this one. No matter what still friends?" "No," I said, "Best friends." He gave me a hug as the judge told me to get ready or I'd forfeit. Bear tied his bandanna around my neck, and hugged me wishing me luck with a hidden kiss to my neck. I hopped up on Lancelot with ease. This felt right, Lancelot and I felt relaxed and ready. "Y'all sure he's a real city boy?" I heard Glenn ask. "Yep." Bear and Kenny said in unison. He gate opened and we shot out. I vaguely heard the announcer saying I was making these jumps bareback and barefoot. I know I heard the crowd gasp as we shot up and over the first jump. As much as I wanted to show boat and raise my arms, I stay in the zone. Lancelot and I were as one. He made the turn and unlike Kenny, we went right into the next jump. Hooves beating the ground, wind blowing mane and tail and with a grunt, we were up and sailing through the air. With an audible uff we landed. I shot up my arms above my head, giving a loud 'YEE HAW, we did it. The crowd was on their feet cheering, Bear was running out to meet us. Kenny and Glenn on their horses, racing out too. I spun Lancelot about and we raced back to the jump clearing it once more. The crowd was wild with cheers as we slowed to a trot and did our victory lap. Damion and the whole clan were jumping over the fence climbing down to come congratulate us. I reined in Lancelot and he reared up on his back legs giving a loud whinny. I was so proud and felt a little showing off was needed. Hey, the crowds packed into the stands was eating it up! The mayor and town counsel assembled and Kenny was handed his trophy and a check for two hundred dollars. They tried to get him off the stage but I insisted he remain as he was my friend. The mayor gave a small speech about diversity and how proud he was to see a new comer to the town being accepted. He asked me some questions making sure it was true that I'd only started riding recently and that I was in fact a city boy. He then handed me my trophy, which I have to say was about two feet taller than Kenny's and a check for six hundred dollars. The rest of the day I was bombarded with hellos and congratulations. Seems everyone wanted to be my friend now. To say my dad was proud was a big understatement. He beamed with pride. The accolades continued the rest of the day. Offers for new tack and riding gear, kisses from girls I would soon be going to school with, yeah OK that wasn't anything good. My BBQ was free of charge, served to me by the schools star quarterback Troy Hartman, who introduced himself and shook my hand. Honestly, I was not really impressed. Where were all these people before? Why now were they all so willing to be my friend? I was not ungrateful, but I knew these same people had been too aloof to even show me and Bear the time of day before. So every time someone came up, I made sure they talked to Bear as well, and knew he was my friend. It was almost time for the fireworks and I went to talk to Mr. Stewart, handing him the check I won. "I wouldn't have gotten this without you, so I want you to have it." He looked at the check and his eyes got wet. "I know you are tight for cash and that I am going to help you, but it's another mouth to feed. Use this to pay some bills or buy food. I want you and Mrs. Stewart to go out some night, just you two." "Son I can't take this," he said. "You earned it, it's yers." "Nope, I got me a freaking big ass trophy, and that's worth more than this." He patted my back. "I'll put it to good use, but yer getting something for it." He gave me a wink, as the fireworks started. As we headed back to the wagon, fireworks popping and booming overhead, his hand gripped my shoulder tightly. I could feel it start to tremble and looked up at his face. Sweat poured down from his head, his eyes darting back and forth, his breath extremely ragged. His arm pulling me close to him. "Where am I?" His words panicked. He was gasping for air. "Fuck we're outside the wire! Gotta get to the CP." He cowered at my side, his whole body shook. I needed all my strength to pull him up as fear took me over. What was happening? Why was this powerful man so scared? 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