Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 22:32:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 25

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 boys go collect them eggs and then go git cleaned up for ya Ma to
do what she gotta do.  When she's finished with ya," Pa paused and shook
his head.  "Yeah, go on, git outta here.  Go swimming or something.  I'll
finish up yer chores."


Chapter 25

Bear and me washed quickly and headed in to see Ma.  It was fun watching
her face as she would first measure Barrett, then move to me and report
that the measurements we the same or dam near close.  She spun us around
remarking we could be twins.  She grabbed some of Bears shirts and a couple
of his jeans and told me to try them all on.

She fussed about as I put each article on, mumbling that there was no need
to alter them.  Kenny Sat back in a chair watching.

"Crazy how yous built up Cody.  I memba when you first gots here.  Hads you
that flabby city boy look."  He stood up and walked over to me.  "Dam boy,
looks at'cha now, mmm, mmm."  I saw him look at Bear and Bear nodded.
"Back in a sec," he stammered as he ran from the room.  Ma just smiled as I
looked to her, her eyes wet.  Kenny ran right back in and picked out a
shirt from the pile Ma had given me.

"This one here," He said throwing a blue and red plaid shirt at me.  He
again darted from the room, his boots thudding down the stairs.  Bear and
Ma fussed about getting the shirt Kenny had picked, on me and buttoned.
Bear took a step back and looked at me hard.

"Nope," he stated, "not this one."  He ran from the room his bare feet
padding on the wooden floor.  He ran back in with another of his shirts,
one he loved seeing me wear.  A simple checkered pattern, white and black.
As he slipped it on me and began to button it, he winked at me.

"Yes," Ma whispered, "I always liked that one on him.  She quickly smoothed
my hair, which was now almost as long as Bears.  The front screen door
slammed and Kenny's boots thudded back up the stairs.  He burst into the
room with something behind his back.  I was told to close my eyes, which I
did, and felt him putting something on my head.

"Me and Bear gots ya something pardner."  He told me to open my eyes,
turning me to face the tall mirror on the wall.

A brand new cowboy style hat set up on my head.  Black, the brim nearly
flat with only a slight curl.  Unlike the sides of the hats Kenny wore,
that had that big distinctive cowboy look.  The brim was bent down in front
which covered my eyes, giving me a mysterious look.  A woven leather belt
circled the crown.  It fit perfectly.  I flicked the brim, as Kenny always
does and smiled.  My boys stood on each side of me.

"Do ya's like it?"  Bear spoke softly as he leaned on me, his head on my
shoulder.  Kenny stood there and nodded.

"LIKE IT?  Baby I love it!"  I hugged them both to me.  "Thank you guys
this is so awesome!"  I kissed Kenny on the cheek and then grabbed Bear
kissing his lips with passion.

"That there's a Stetson.  Finest hat maker round."  Kenny began, adjusting
the way it sat on my head.  "I'm not partial to this style but when yer bo
said he wanted to get you a hat, I told him bout this kind."  Bear held me
back and looked at me.

"A'yep, did good Ken.  Got my city boy looking hot."  They finished me off
with jeans and boots, Bear adding a webbed belt with my favorite buckle.
He adjusted it so the tail hung low.  "Gots to be hanging the same as you
hang," he quipped.  He stood back and looked me up and down.  Kenny shook
his head and moved up to make the tail hang lower, laughing as it now hung
half way to my knee.

"Hmm," Ma said moving up, and readjusting the tail.  "Ain't s'posed ta show
wha'cha got up, boys."  She fumbled with the belt and then stepped back,
the tail now more representing my size soft.  She took my chin in her hands
and smiled.  "Not that I be knowing anything about it now."  She blushed
deeply as the boys and I laughed.



Ma shoo'd us away telling us to git.  We finished getting dressed and ran
out to 'take my hat for a spin', so to speak.

When Lancelot saw me, he whinnied loud and proud.  He jumped back and
forth, nodding his head in approval.  I set him with a bridal and saddle
and we all headed off to town.  I tell ya, you should have seen ol' Lance
strutting his stuff, me high up on his back, as we rode into town.  We
circled the square and rode up to the store.  Mr. Paul stood as we
dismounted and tied up.  He sauntered up to us and hooked his thumbs in his
pockets.

"Afa-noon boys.  Might fine day for a ride, ain't it?"

"A-up, sur-nuf is," Kenny replied, tapping the brim of his hat as he always
did.  Although he always had some semblance of his Texan accent, there were
times when he just slipped right back in to being the total Texas cowboy.
His voice and how he walked and rode always fascinated me.

"My Pa say there's a storm brewin up," Kenny continued as he leaned back on
the hitching rail.  He poked his hat back and wiped sweat from his brow.

"Sur-nuf," Mr. Paul answered back.  "Feel it in my bones."  He leaned back
in his chair, tipping it back on its rear legs.  "I ain't gots no use for
them fancy city boy, weather men.  No sir I don't I tells ya.  A-yup, I git
ta achin and I know troubles brewing."  Mr. Paul slid his hands along the
top of his thighs giving me and Bear a wink.  Kenny was oblivious to this
as he was leaning back looking up at the sky.

"A-up, it gits ta achin and I don't gits no relief, till I gits me inside."
He gave us another wink and thrust his hips forward with a seductive grin
on his face.  Bear and I moved to sit in the chairs that flanked him on
both sides.  He gave us a nudge with his elbows, his fingers lightly
brushing over our legs.

"Well by the looks of them clouds, it's rollin in pretty darn quick," Kenny
commented, returning to look at us again.  "Ima thinking I best be heading
home ta help my Pa secure the place."  He began to unhitch his horse and
hoped over the rail.  "I catch you boys later.  HA!"  He called out, giving
his horse a kick.  The horse bolted off at a fast gallop.  We watched as he
rode from sight, lowering his hat as he rode.  I gave Bear a look thinking
maybe we should head home as well, when Pa's truck rolled up.  He stepped
up on the porch and greeted all of us.

"Paul, you done better get that hay covered before this storm rolls in."
He took a beer from the store owner, who also handed us cold cokes.  Pa
took a long swig, giving a long satisfying sigh.

"A-up, but that there pecker head at the feed shop done forgot to order me
my tarps.  I gots it best I can."  Pa set his beer down and motioned for me
and Bear to follow him to his truck.

"I gots ya covered Paul.  Gots me some new ones from ova Laconia way.  Here
boys, load these in his truck."  Bear and I moved the heavy bundles of
folded tarps to Mr. Paul's truck, while Pa went back up to talk to
Mr. Paul.

"Nah you just don't worry Sir.  I won't be needed um till my new hay
arrives.  When yours git here I'll send the boys ta git um."

We finished loading the tarps and walked back to the porch just in time to
hear Pa telling Mr. Paul to have us help spread them out for him.  Pa left
us, telling us to do a good job.  He drove off with a wave as he headed
towards home.  The plan was for us to ride home and change, then ride over
the trails to help him cover the hay.



The air was muggy, and still.  You didn't need to be from this area to know
a big storm was coming in.  The hay was stacked neatly in this barn like
structure.  It had a roof but no sides.  We quickly removed the old
tattered tarps and set about working the ones Pa had loaned him over the
hay bales.

By the time we were done, we were shirtless and soaked with sweat.  It had
taken all of our strength to pull the heavy tarps over the tall stack of
hay.  Mr. Paul then gave us a lesson on tying knots, securing ropes to hold
the tarps in place.  It was starting to thunder when we finished so any
thought of a cooling dip in the creek was banished.  Mr. Paul smiled and
with a smack to our butts, moved us up to the house.

He led us in through the back, into a bare room with a concrete floor.  A
single wooden bench stood on one wall and metal coat hooks on the other.

"Strip outta them sweaty duds boys.  I'll get the bath ready fer ya."  He
left us as we began stripping.  It was slow going, both of us ached from
the hard work, and stripping off tight, sweat soaked jeans was no easy
task.  Mr. Paul called out to us;

"Memba, no telling what happens here, right boys?"  We answered with a
strong 'yes sir'.  "Good.  This here will help ya relax and take away that
ache y'all got."  Mr. Paul rejoined us, toking on a very fat joint.  He
sucked in his toke and held it out for us.  Bear and I just sat there and
looked at it.

"Awe shit," Mr. Paul said exhaling a large volume of smoke.  "Don't be
trying to tell me y'all don't smoke this shit."  He shook the joint at us
and we took it, passing it back and forth.

Oh man was this some primo shit!  Smooth and kind of sweet tasting.  We had
each only taken a couple of hits and it was already working on us.
Mr. Paul let us hit it a couple more times before he took it away from us.

"Nuff fer now boys, time to git washed up, foller me."  He led us through a
back hall and into a tiled room.  "Built this myself awhile back."  There
was a glass door which led to another room.  This room had a large open
shower area with four shower heads.  Three large towels hung from hooks on
the wall nearby.  Mr. Paul began stripping and told us to go on and get
washed up.  We complied and were soon joined by Mr. Paul.

Once we were clean, he led us through the glass door, into a room filled
with a thick steam.  It was hot, and hard to breath at first.  Mr. Paul
told us to breathe easy and it would get easier.  He led us to one side and
sat us on a slick ceramic bench.  We watched as he vanished into the steam,
jumping a bit when we heard this loud roar.  A fresh batch of steam was
flooding the room as Mr. Paul's foggy image appeared in front of us.

"Jist lean back and let the steam relax you boys."  He moved and sat
between us, our knees and legs rubbing.  "City folk pay big money to go to
them health clubs to get a steam like this.  Us country folk give it for
free."

I leaned back, the pot and steam relaxing me.  He was right, the pot was
making me less sore and the steam was letting my whole body relax.  We sat
there in silence for some time, when Mr. Paul sat forward.

"You boys doing ok?  Best let me check to see if yer over heatin.  Easy to
do in a steam room."  He turned to face me first and slide his hand, palm
up under my balls.  I moaned softly as his calloused fingers rubbed against
my sac.  He then turned and repeated the same to Bear.

"Yep, come on, let's go cool off and then we can come back fer some more."
He led us back out to the shower room where we all took cold showers.  It
reminded me of the hot springs, get all hot then go cool off.  We all hit
the joint a couple of times before we headed back inside the steam room for
another steaming.  Mr. Paul didn't want us over doing it on our first time,
so after the second round in the steam we headed back out for a long shower
where Mr. Paul took it upon himself to personally wash each of us.  I was
amazed that neither Bear nor I got hard during this whole time.

We dried off and headed into the main house, remaining naked.  It was still
early, not even close for supper, so Mr. Paul led us to his room.  We
climbed onto his bed, laying on each side of him and were soon sound
asleep.



I woke suddenly, with a huge clap of thunder.  I sat bolt up and looked
around, my head foggy from all the pot.  My eyes focused on a naked man
rushing from the room, then turning my head I saw my rock starting to stir
beside me.

"Boys," came the voice of the naked man, "C'mon, gits up.  Storms hitting
hard and we gots to git the barn buttoned up."  Slowly my mind cleared.
Memories flashed in my mind, reminding me of who I was.  Of this place I
found myself in.  A broad smile crossed my lips as I focused on this naked
man, Mr. Paul, and his thick man cock swinging between his legs.

There was no time to dress.  The storm was raging and we had things to do.
Bear and I followed Mr. Paul out the front door into the down pour.  Thank
god the day was still warm and the rain seemed hot on our skin.  Lightning
flashed overhead, turning the gloom of the afternoon bright, if only for
seconds at a time.

We ran into the barn, looking like we had just stepped out of the shower.
Lancelot relaxed some when he saw me and by his reaction brought a sense of
calm to the other horses.  I tended to him, petting and cooing to him,
while Bear saw to his horse and Mr. Paul tended to his animals.

With the horses finally relaxed, the three of us headed outside again, this
time to lower the shutters over the stall windows.  Lightning continued to
flash and thunder cracked and roared as we set about our task.  A strong
wind had begun to blow, whipping the falling rain nearly horizontal.  Bear
grabbed my shoulder and pointed down to the hay barn.  I could barely see
that some of the ropes we'd used to tie the tarps had busted loose and now
several sections of the tarps were whipping in the strong wind.

"We need to git over there and secure the tarps."  As he said this we could
see Mr. Paul running in that direction.  "Come on Codester, he can't do it
alone!"  We took off running and quickly passed him, the muddy ground
splashing up on us as we ran.



The tarps thrashed wildly against our attempts to re-secure them.  Finally
the wind subsided enough to allow us to get them retied.  As we stood back
and admired our handy work, I chuckled to myself.  How strange it would
seem to the average person to see us standing there, naked, in the rain.
We hoofed it back up to the barn, laughing as we allowed ourselves to enjoy
the warm rain.



The Barn was muggy, but dry.  Mr. Paul tossed us towels and we quickly
dried ourselves.  I flopped down onto a bale of hay, letting my legs and
arms drape down to the floor.

"lookin good there my young stud," Mr. Paul commented.  I lifted my head
and could see him sitting on another bale of hay, leaning back to the wall.
Bear moved up and stood between my spread legs.

"Fuck Codester, you look so hot layin like that."  Bear bent his legs so
they rubbed against my inner thighs.  I looked back and saw Mr. Paul with a
huge grin on his face, his hands slowly pulling on his big man cock.

"You youngens pay no mind to me now, ya hear?  You jist be getten to it and
let me enjoy the show."  He gave me a wink, as he cocked his head to the
side to get a better view.

Bear bent forward and began licking my quickly hardening cock.  He braced
himself on the hay bale under me and began to slowly swallow my cock from
head to base.  I could see Mr. Paul working his cock as he watched.  His
eyes darting from Bear sucking me to his ass.  I slid my fingers through
Bears long wet hair and held him still, while my hips fucked my teen cock
into his wanton mouth.



Maybe it was the thunder, the pounding rain or the blowing wind that had
again picked up, but I swear I didn't hear Lancelot approaching.  My first
realization that he was going to join us was when Bear grunted.  I opened
my eyes to see my stallion behind my lover, his snout firmly shoved to his
ass.  I could see Mr. Paul leaning over for an even better look, his eyes
wide with amazement.  I released Bear's head and let Lancelot's
manipulation of Bear's ass to force him on and off my cock.

Lancelot took wide steps and straddled us as he moved over Bear.  He
nuzzled my face almost as if he was asking if he could fuck my boyfriend.
I kissed and stroked his face, cooing to him to go ahead but to be gentile.

Bear never stopped sucking my cock.  Even when Lance's cock found his hole
and entered him, he merely grunted, his hot breath blowing forcefully
around my cock and balls.  My ass was twitching, knowing just how Bear was
feeling, as his tightness was stretched to take Lancelot's member.



I continued to nuzzle and coo to Lance, knowing he needed to be gentile
with Bear.  I raised up and hugged his head making sure to make eye contact
with him.  I could feel Bear taking the lead and fucking himself with
Lance's cock.  Lance stood there like the awesome stud he was, letting Bear
decide how much to take.

With a loud grunt, Bear spit my cock out and moaned he was going to cum.  A
hot wetness hit my leg as he unloaded his nuts onto me and the floor.
Lancelot began mouthing my face, his tongue driving into my mouth for me to
suck on.  His breath was hot and sweetly scented with hay.  His teeth
nibbled at my nose and chin as he made a grunt, his back hooves thudding on
the floor as he thrust deeper into Bear and came.



I wriggled forward, as Bear collapsed onto the bale.  I clearly heard the
sucking plop sound as Lance's cock pulled free.  Bear groaned with the loss
and then again as his ass convulsed and a large amount of Lancelot's cum
shot out onto the floor.

Lancelot lowered his head, his nose pressing just above my cock.  His
breath was labored and hot as he pushed me back of the bale.  I reached up
and gripped his ears, holding them for support.  Mr. Paul stepped up beside
us and Lancelot quickly snorted and with his blubbery lips suckled my boner
into his mouth.

"Easy big fella, I'm jist wana see is all.  You go and suck that boy's
beautiful cock."  Lancelot lifted his head, picking me up.  My legs went
back and my feet caught a hold on his fore shoulders.  He walked forward,
never letting my cock out of his mouth, and set my ass on the bottom half
of a stall door.

I could hear Mr. Paul talking to Bear about plugging his pucker with his
gramps cock and Bear moaning in pleasure when he did.

"Fuck yeah Gramps, shove that monster in my boy pussy and fuck me real
good.  Come on ol timer, show me ya know hows to fuck a young boy.  MMM,
nnfh yeah harder man fuck me good."  Lancelot shook his head, telling me to
ignore them and focus on us.  He began moving his head up and down, sliding
my cock in his mouth.

His teeth gently chewed on my cock as he sucked, the sensation driving me
crazy.  I held off as long as I could, but soon was ready to blast my sac
load into his mouth.  I think he realized this and quickly stopped sucking
me.  He rubbed his head on me telling me to grab hold.  I was overcome with
passion and quickly did as he wanted.  He lowered me to the floor and
indicated he wanted me to move another bale next to where Mr. Paul was ram
rodding Bear.  I complied with his wish and quickly slid the bale across
the floor.  Lancelot pushed me with his head and I fell back on the bale.
I was hoping he wanted to fuck me, but his mind was set on other things.



Mr. Paul was over Bear pounding his big cock into my lover's ass, but both
were watching the action beside them.  I raised my hips in a final attempt
to have Lance plow into my ass, but he skillfully maneuvered his horse
cock, letting it slap down onto my cock.  He then began thrusting back and
forth, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my young boner.  He
would pull it off me and then with the fat flared head, shove it up under
my balls and again along the length of my cock.

I rested my legs up on his haunches, lifting up as much as I could.  I knew
he wouldn't cum again, but also that he was doing this to make me cum and
shoot it onto his meat.  A clear fluid had begun leaking from his piss hole
and the slickness of it was better than any lube I had ever tried.  His
tail swooshed to and fro as his thrusting became harder.  I used one of my
feet and pushed against his huge leathery ball sack.  The way he grunted, I
knew he was loving it.  He again pulled back and pushed very hard against
my ass.

That did it, I groaned that I was going to cum.  Lancelot moved his cock
against mine as I began blasting my load onto his cock and his belly.  He
moved so just his huge head rubbed my cock and with a loud grunt he shocked
us all with a second load of horse cum.  It didn't blast out as before, but
oozed out in huge globs, completely soaking my cock and balls.

I heard Bear whimper and looked to see his cock flailing around, his spunk
shooting everywhere.  Mr. Paul was red faced.  He was fully in my lover and
giving him short fast strokes.  He gave a grunt and shoved his cock in as
deep as he could, filling Bear's boy twat with his man load.

Lancelot moved forward, his cock, now soft, hanging down, waiting for me to
suck on it.  I cleaned him good.  Licking and sucking the whole thing,
making sure no trace of our cum remained.  He then moved around and cleaned
me of the mess we had made.  Snorting with pride as he did.

I soon felt another mouth on my cock and lifted my head to see Bear sharing
the cleaning duties with Lancelot as Mr. Paul sucked and licked his ass.  I
was soon ready to cum again and watched as Bear and Lancelot fought to see
who would receive my load.  Bear won, but Lance would not miss out.  Bear
swallowed about half of my load, letting Lance finish me off.



Mr. Paul tossed Bear and I a bar of soap and pointed outside.

"Go on, git.  Wash them bodies good."  We headed out into the rain and
began soaping each other up.  Mr. Paul took a seat in a chair watching us,
his hand slowly stroking his flaccid pecker.

Bear and I took turns washing each other, taking our time, putting on a
nice show for our host.  Bear would wash me and I would then wash the same
area on him.  We saved our privates for the very last and had moved closer
to our voyeur, making sure he could see us with ease.

Bear went first.  He lathered his hands, sliding them up my inner thighs.
He then pulled his hands out using each to cup and massage my balls.  His
fingers expertly separated my boy orbs and rolled them in each hand.  My
hand sprang to life at his loving touch, bobbing up and down between us.
He then clasped his hands together and made a tight opening between his
palms.  He then worked this opening over my cock head and began stroking
back and forth.

Mr. Paul had become hard and was now working both his hands over his cock.
He legs were spread and his leathery balls hung low.  His eyes were glued
to us, his tongue licked seductively over his lips.  He adjusted how he was
sitting, leaning back, stretching his legs out.

"Gawd boys, you are some sexy fuckers ain't ya?  Don't know how much I was
wantin to let loose this monster earlier at the store and jist let you two
suck away on it."  He moaned softly watching Bear continue to fuck my cock
with his hands.  "Fuck me, I could watch you youngens all day long."

Bear picked up his pace and was really stroking my cock now.  My balls had
shrunk up against my shaft and my breathing was heavy.

"Fuck baby I'm gonna cum," I groaned loudly.  Bear wrapped his hands around
my head and twisted back and forth.  My knees buckled and I moaned as my
cock spit my load into his hands.  It quickly oozed out and dribbled to the
rain soaked ground.

"Alright, stop now," Mr. Paul ordered.  "Leave him be.  Now Cody do it to
Barrett.  Make him cum boy but don't touch yer pecker, ya hear?"

I reached out and took ahold of Bear's long young cock.  I worked it from
the base to the tip, gripping him hard like I knew he loved it.  I used a
finger on the underside of his head and rubbed it lightly.  The effect of
this touch was clear as Bear moaned and arched his back.  I thrust my still
hard cock towards him and let my tip rub against his.  The pre that he was
leaking was the perfect lube and let our heads rub together.

My eyes kept scanning over his body, admiring his beautiful form.  We loved
each other totally and I think this was why we were OK with allowing others
to play with us.  I knew that Bear and I would be together forever.

"Awe fuck I'm gonna nut big Codester, you ready?"  Bear growled, no looking
into my eyes.

"Go baby, gimme all ya got."  As I continued to stroke his cock, I aimed
the head at my cock.  Thick white ropes of cum shot out and coated my shaft
and head.  I made sure to capture a couple shots with my stroking hand,
using it to lube his cock with its hot stickiness.



As soon as Bear finished, we were ordered to stand in front of Mr. Paul.
He held us side by side and worked each of our cocks with his mouth.  I
don't think it was his plan to make us cum again, but the way in which he
was sucking us, I knew I could cum again no problem.

Once he was satisfied that our cocks were clean enough, he stood and taking
our cocks in his hands led us back to the house.  He took us directly to
his bedroom and toweled us dry.  Sitting on the bed, he removed his
dentures and began to suck and gum our cocks.

Bear was the first to cum, and when he did Mr. Paul held up Bears underwear
and made him shot his load onto the crotch.  I was next and as with Bear,
when I came, he had me cum on my boxers as well.

"These are now mine boys.  Jist a lil something to help me remember the
hottest lil boys I eva had."  He lay back on the bed, his cock semi hard,
laying against his thigh.  "Git them mouths ova here and git to sucking my
pole."  Bear and I climbed up and together, began sucking his monster cock.



A sudden flash of light and the sounds of a small motor made us stop mid
suck and look at Mr. Paul.  He lay there with a Polaroid camera, you know
the ones that take the instant picture and spit it out the front?  He
pulled the picture free and fanned it.

"Go on, suck me boys.  Don't be thinking I was gonna leave ya outta my
scrap book do ya?"  Without a second thought we went back to sucking.
Mr. Paul kept taking pictures of us as we pleasured him.



We sucked him for nearly a half hour before he shouted that he was going to
cum.  Bear grabbed the camera and took several shots of me licking his head
as his cum bubbled out the slit.  He even got a good one that showed me
swallowing almost all of Mr. Paul's cock.

By now we were all spent and crawled under the covers with Mr. Paul,
quickly falling asleep in his strong arms.

"Sleep well my young boys," Mr. Paul whispered as he kissed our heads.  "My
sweet lil boys."



I woke in darkness.  The room was warm and Bear held me tightly in his
arms.  I could see flickering fire light from the living room, and heard
Mr. Paul moving about.  I had no idea what time it was and after escaping
Bear's tight hold, I staggered, naked, out into the living room.

I was able to see Mr. Paul bent over at the fire place, and two hairy legs
sticking out from a chair, it's back to me.  I was about to make a hasty
retreat to the bedroom when Mr. Paul turned to see me standing there.

"Hey there handsome, what are you doing up?"  I tried to answer but no
words came out.  I became very embarrassed when the person in the chair
moved to look and I saw Pa sitting there smiling back at me.

"Well sugar britches, ya jist gonna stand there, or ya got a hug for me?"
Pa stood, his hairy body lit by the golden hues of the flames.  I stepped
to him and he grabbed me up in his beefy arms, hugging me tight as his lips
crushed to mine.

"I was missing my boys so much, that when the road washed out, knocking out
the power and phones, I figured I better come check on y'all."  I was a bit
nervous about how his hands were caressing my ass, but by the look on
Mr. Paul's face I realized all was cool.

"Relax son," Pa whispered as he kissed me again.  "Who ya think I learned
all I's know form?"

"Pa?"  Came Bear's overly excited voice.  Pa let me down as Bear ran over
and jumped into his daddy's arms.

"Hey there tiger, Gawd I missed ya boys."  He gave Bear a deep kiss, his
hands spreading his son's cheeks, as his fingers rubbed over Bear's hole.
Bear pulled back slightly looking at his father.

"You OK with us come round and messing with Mr. Paul?"  Pa sat back in the
chair taking Bear into his lap.  He quickly grabbed my hand and yanked me
to sit on him opposite Bear.

"Boys, I am very Ok with it, as long as y'all want to."  Pa gave a slight
chuckle.  "From what I jist heard, y'all done pulled off a feat tonight.
That ol coot ain't neva given more than one nut.  Now I's hear y'all
smashed that record and drained him dry twice."  He then kissed each of us.
"I'm wicked proud of you boys."  Pa reached down and fondled each of our
balls. "Did ya save me some of that sweet cream fer me, or did gramps suck
it all out of ya?"  I stood up, my cock quickly rising.

"I always got cream for you, Pa.  Give'r a suck and I'll show you."

Pa leaned forward and started sucking on my prick.  He made it very clear
he was thirsty for my load and pulled my balls hard as he sucked me.  His
fat tongue swirled over my cock, as his mouth seemed almost be sucking my
boy cream from my balls.

"Ya Pa suck me."  I grabbed his head and began fucking his mouth.  Pa's
moaning was vibrating through me, making me shiver.  He pushed me back and
pulled Bear to where I had stood.

Now this was enough to make any guy cum.  It was so hot to see Pa sucking
his son's cock and how much they both loved it.  For all the times Pa would
get mad and yell, it was these times that really showed how much he loved
his son.  The way he sucked and how his hands caressed his body was clear
evidence.

Pa pushed Bear back and leaned back in his chair.  He didn't need to say
anything.  We both knew what he wanted.  What he deserved and what we were
overly willing to give to him.  Bear and I dropped to our knees and
together, began working his beautiful daddy cock.

We worked as a team, our mouths on each side of his fat shaft.  Our lips
meeting as if in some perverse oral cock kiss.  Pa relaxed, his hands
stroking through our hair.

"I'm a liking your hair long Cody," Pa said lovingly, as he stroked his
fingers through it.  "Almost a perfect length.  Long enough to know you is
a boy and not long enough to call you a girl."

"They gots them some mighty sweet pussys too Lou.  Mighty fine."  Mr. Paul
spoke up from behind us.  We could feel his hands caressing our butts as he
began kissing our backs.  "You mind if I tap um while they make ya happy?"

"Hell no, bet they'd like that long snake up in um deep."  I felt
Mr. Paul's hot tongue as it was shoved into my ass.  "Go on Paul, get to
sucking them boy pussys.  Make um beg ya ta fuck um hard."



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