Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2016 22:29:35 -0500
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 35

The usual disclaimer applies.  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!


***** - "It ain't polite being all snoopy in someone else's house.
Specially when they ain't here."  Bear and I looked at each other and
blushed.  "How bout Y'all come on over and do some snooping on me.  I
betcha find something more interesting to mess with then some old dusty
underground railroad hide out.

Chapter 35

Staring out the window, into the inky blackness that was this night, my
naked body warmed by the heat of the wood stove.  Unable to sleep, I left
the snuggled comfort of the bed and Bear's arms, for the solitude of the
living room.  Pa had left us shortly after draining both of our ball sacks
of our cum.  He wasn't much in the mood for fucking.  He instead wanted to
suck our young cocks until we'd filled his belly.

Bear, being the stud he is, gave his pa three loads.  His last being not
much more than a few drops.  I managed two loads.  Pa was sucking me,
hoping for a third when my cock went soft.  Pa lay me onto the bed, never
taking my soft cock from his mouth.  I did drift off for a short time but
was now fully awake.

Pa was not sleeping with us, as I woke to find only Bear in bed with me.
He moaned in protest as I slipped from his arms, but a soft kiss on his
lips made him relax and moan softly.  My mind thought briefly about the
freedom I felt being here.  The ability to walk around naked and not worry
about Ma catching me.  The ability to roll up a fatty and lay sprawled out
on the couch, naked, and catch a lazy high.

I only smoked half of it, as it was the last of our stash.  I'd save the
rest for Bear when he woke up.  I was reaching for the ashtray when a warm
hand slid over mine.  I was to stoned to freak out, but ended up on my ass
on the floor, my legs up in the air.

The orange glow from the fire illuminated Bear's naked form as he stood
naked, toking the blunt.  His cock hung heavy over his balls, swaying, as
he inhaled deeply.  I crawled back up onto the couch.  This task taking way
more effort than it would a sober person.

My senses were tingling.  Each movement sending shocks of feelings surging
through me.  The crushed velvet fabric, feeling even softer than it
normally would have.  I reclined against the arm as Bear crawled up next to
me.  He brought his lips almost to mine. The fingers of his free hand
working my cheeks, urging me to open my mouth.

He leaned in slightly closer and began to exhale the smoke he was holding
in his lungs, into my mouth.  This act is known as shotgunning, and was a
favorite thing of ours to do.  His exhale was followed by a long seductive
kiss, his now fully hard cock thrusting against mine.

He moved his head beside mine, his breathing slow and relaxed.  We
shotgunned several more times until the blunt was no more.  As much as my
balls ached, I soon succumbed to sleep and passed out.



Morning came much too soon, and the sun was streaming brightly through the
windows.  Bear still lay on top of me, his face pressed to my left pec, a
river of his drool trailing down my abs.  I heard Pa stirring and knew we
needed to get up and get moving before he got mad.

Pa left us after making sure we had breakfast.  We were to get our chores
done at Mr. Pauls' and then we needed to head north and pick up feed.
There was a long, stern lecture about no goofing off, and driving safe.  Pa
adding that if we got caught to not bother calling him.  He claimed he
would deny knowing us and say that we must have stolen the truck.  I admit,
his humor didn't hit me right off, and my mind flooded with thoughts of
being locked up in jail.



Chores soon finished.  We were freshly showered and heading up to where
Mr. Paul bought his feed.  Bear drove and did a pretty good job of it.
After loading up and grabbing lunch at Mickey D's, Bear headed us back.
Mr. Paul's truck was as old as he was and trust me that was fucking old.
The cab was roomy though and I soon lay out on the seat, resting my head on
Bear's leg, my feet, just reaching the open passenger's window.

Bear trucked us along, his feet working the clutch, his strong arm muscling
the shifter.  When we were cruising, his hand would fall to my chest,
slipping inside my shirt.  His fingers stroking my nipples, teasing me into
a state of heightened horniness.

I finally grabbed his hand and shoved it onto my swollen crotch.  I could
feel the heat in his crotch rising, his hips moving, trying to get my head
to rub his cock.  I held off as long as I could, but even all my willpower
couldn't keep me from his cock for long.

I rolled to face his steamy crotch, my teeth playfully chewing on his denim
encased boner.  Bear slid forward slightly and my hands quickly flicked
open his belt and had his jeans open.

His musky heat bathed my face as my fingers dug his cock free.  I pulled
his erection to my lips and quickly swallowed him fully.  His sweaty shaft
causing me to moan loudly as it sank into my throat.  Bear gripped the back
of my head and pulled me off and then forced me back down on his cock,
burying it deep in my throat.

"Oh, you bitch," Bear groaned, pulling the steering wheel hard to the
right, swerving us off the main road onto a side road.  "You wanna suck me
huh? Well, Ima gonna make you suck me till I nut so hard you blast off my
cock."  He moved his strong legs, making his feet work the pedals,
clutching and down shifting, the truck revving as it was slammed into lower
gears.  Tires dragging on gravel as we skidded to a stop.

Bear roughly spinning in the seat to lean back against the door.  His hand
again taking a tight grip of my hair, working my mouth on his cock.  His
free hand scooting his jeans down to his ankles.

"Fuck Codster, come on suck me, baby."  His words grunted through clenched
teeth.  "Take me all the way.  Suck my nut juice outta my balls."  I
continued to suck him hard, letting him think he was forcing me when in
reality I was in control.

I sucked him for several minutes, then reached up and circled his sack,
above his nuts with my thumb and forefinger.  I tugged down hard,
stretching his sack down hard.  His hands released my head and he
frantically searched for something to steady and brace his body.

"Fuck Ima cumming stud," he screamed loudly as his cock swelled and his
thick juice blasted into my waiting mouth.

I drank his load, which after the amount he came the night before,
surprised me with its volume and thickness.  He raised his hips and fucked
his cock in and out of my mouth, seductive sucking and slurping sounds
being all you could hear.

I lifted up off my stud's cock. Remnants of his load dripping from my lips.
Before I could react, Bear had shucked my jeans down and ripped open my
shirt.  He spun me around and was guiding my aching cock into his mouth.
My upper body fully out the window of the truck.

His skilled fingers found my ass and began fucking my ass I thrust my cock
into his mouth.  I enjoyed how we both filled the rolls of dom and sub so
easily.  Switching without effort mid-stream.  Clearly if we needed to
label each other, I was the sub and it was a role I loved being for him.

I gave a final thrust and let my orgasm overtake me, filling his greedy
mouth with my cum.  My thrusting slowed, his lips tight to my thick shaft,
his tongue gathering all straying globs of my load.  His lips moving in
lust as my head pulled from them, trying to reconnect.



I Slid off of him, and out the passenger door.  I stumbled and nearly fell
as my feet were tangled in my jeans.  Bear slid out after me, his feet
hitting the ground as his upper body lay back on the seat.  His deflating
cock bobbed as it slowly lowered, hanging over his balls.

I hiked up my jeans and turned to take a piss, my stream forcefully arcing
from my cock, loudly splashing on the ground some feet from me. I turned to
see Bear propped up on his elbows watching me.

"Sure could use a fatty, right bout now," his eyes focused first on my
pissing cock, then trailing up to lock with my eyes.

"I agree, but we smoked the last of what we had this morning."  Bear moved
and soon stood at my side, his head back as the pleasure of an after sex
pissing relaxed his body.

"So I say we head over to Dozer's place and score some bud.  Plan?"  I
nodded, as I stuffed my cock back into my jeans.

"Plan."

Bear buttoned his jeans and headed to a pay phone set to the side of this
small turn out.  I waited by the truck, my jeans buttoned, but my shirt
open and untucked.  I watched as Bear made his call.  His words were lost
to me, but I watched as he nodded his head and thumbed back at me.
Finished, he hung up and made eye contact with me as he came back to the
truck.

"Dozers gonna hook us up," Bear said in a slight grumble.  "Only reason he
will is cuz you're with me."  Bear shook his as he nudged me playfully.  He
took hold of my shirt and opened it up to expose more of my chest.  "Yep,
and oh let's..." he tugged the front of my jeans down slightly, "Yeah, now
work it, baby. Give Dozer a nice long gander and maybe he'll cut us a
deal."  I shrugged this off, but Bear gave me a knowing look and a wink.



I should tell you a bit about Dozer.  Dozer is... Well, How do I put it?
If you looked up 'Hick from the Sticks' in the dictionary, there would be a
picture of him and his family.  The Tuttle family is a born in the rough,
tried and true family of hicks.  The Rednecks of the North East.  Several
generations all living under one roof.  Stories abound of incestuous
inbreeding.  Inter-family marriages, and, well you can just imagine.

No one messed with the Tuttles.  They were pure bad asses.  Most folks
would cross the street rather than pass them.  However, for all their
weirdness, they were the ones to see when you wanted primo smoke and other
such forms of mind altering substances.

Bear had introduced me to Dozer shortly after we'd hooked up.  I was told
the stories, and how Bear and Dozer had come to blows on a couple of
occasions.  Enter me.  For all their faults, the Tuttle's were strong in
their belief of God.  Well, the adults that is.  Once it was learned, and
don't laugh, but it took several times of them being told, that I was
Pastor Paula's brother.  Once this information sank in, well I was treated
better than anyone.  So good in fact, I was allowed into the inner sanctum.
The grow rooms and places where they prepared the weed for sale.

As much as this helped Bear and I out, what with credit and extra nugs on
the house, Bear was jealous.  I know, I can hear you now.  Oh my God, not
Bear!  Yeah, Bear.  He was so insanely jealous when Dozer looked at me or
would give me the extra nugs.  But just so you know, this guy was so not my
type.



We arrived at their place a short time later.  Huge, rundown, multi-colored
home, that appeared to be nothing more than an old mobile home with dozens
of hand-built shacks built up around and added on to the original trailer.
Sat back from the road.  A vast number of wrecked and rusting cars and
trucks littered the property.  Piles of used lumber, mounds of scrap metal
and other debris dotted the large open area.  Yet standing in stark
contrast, parked in a nearly perfect row in front of the house, six brand
new pickups.  All rednecked out, raised up, large knobby tires, each with a
light bar over the cab, big round off road lights affixed to the chrome
bar.

Bear pulled up and parked in front of these trucks and we hopped out.
Sitting on the porch was Dozer's grandma and nearly ten kids, all barely
dressed, and what clothes they did wear were no more than rags.  Betty, a
girl our age, who we knew from school, came out of the house wearing
short-shorts and a halter top, the screen door banging behind her.

"Hi-ya boys," she greeted us as he twirled her scantily clad body on one of
the poles that supported the porch roof.  I watched as her eyes fixed on
me, her tongue licking her lips.  "What you all want?"  She twirled again,
her head hanging back, "MMMAAAAWWW?  Gots company!"

"What?" came an older female voice from inside the house, accompanied by
heavy footsteps.  The screen door slammed open and there stood Dozer's mom.
A huge amazon of a woman.  Dressed in a dark blue with tiny white
polka-dots. Her hair tied back and them big, clunky, grandma heels.  You
know, the ones with the big thick heels!

She stood looking at us, her beefy hands on her hips.  She had a look on
her face that if I didn't know better, said we'd interrupted her soap
opera.  I did know better, and knew they didn't have electricity, much less
a TV!

She looked at Bear, and then me, her expression softening when she realized
who I was.

"Yeah?  I mean, yes?  What can I do for you, boys?"  She paused briefly,
"Cody?  How's your sister?"  I replied she was just fine and then asked if
Dozer was around.  Mrs. Tuttle smiled sweetly and nodded to a nearby
garage.  "He's yonder," she motioned us to go with her hands, then
hollered, "PAULY?"  I bit my cheek to keep from laughing.

Dozer, aka Pauly, was a tall, strapping young guy of 17.  Heavy set, his
belly protruded over his belt.  He emerged from the side of the house,
barefoot, wearing overalls cut into shorts.  The side buttons not fastened
and clearly showing he was not wearing underwear.  Only one of the shoulder
straps was hooked, leaving the bib to fold down showing his left man boob
and very hairy chest.

He shoved his right hand inside his overalls and began to scratch his junk
as he stopped looking at us, dirty ball cap, straining to keep his greasy
hair neat.  He nodded and waved us to follow him as he headed back out of
site.



I followed him with Bear close on my heals.  His idea from before, of me
showing skin, now weighing heavy on his jealous mind.  Quick signals from
him for me to button my shirt, and pull up my pants, but the damage was
done.  I'd already been seen.

Inside the packing room, a large table stood in the center of the room.  A
massive mound of freshly trimmed nugs nearly covering the surface.  Several
other smaller tables, each with a pile of nugs, were scattered around the
room.  The air was heavy with the heady scent of marijuana and a slight
moan escaped my lips.

"Shit, hold up, don't move," Dozer barked at us.  "Daddy'd kill me if he
found out I didn't check you."  He motioned for us to open out shirts and
turn around.  He moved to Bear first and watched as he lifted his shirt and
spun around slowly.

I chuckled as Dozer gave Bear a butt and crotch rub down, Bear's face
grimacing as Dozer clearly gave his cock a good squeeze.

I was next and I not only got the visual inspection, but my butt rub was
more of a good feeling up.  I relaxed as best I could as Dozer ran his
hands over my hips and began feeling my crotch, giving my cock several slow
strokes.

I said he was straight, but what young, horny teen doesn't like busting his
nuts?  Besides, what teen boy doesn't mind seeing and even copping a feel
of a buddy's boner?

"Can we just get through this bullshit foreplay and move on to where you
fuck us over?"  I cringed at Bear's rude comment.  I shot him a quick
glance silently asking what the fuck?  "No last time I bought he ripped us
off.  Gave us just over a nickel and we paid for a dime.  So how bout
getting your grubby paws off my boy's dick and weighing us out a nice fat
dime and a half?"

I cringed.  I seriously thought we were both dead.  I mean I get wanting to
get what you paid for and being pissed if you get jipped, but dude, ya
don't just verbally attack your dealer!  Mistakes can happen, I mean we are
all human, right?

"How bout you shut yer trap and take your raggedy ass outta here?  How bout
you stop calling me when you dry and need me to front you?  Better still
how bout you just go and don't come back?"  Dozer's voice was clearly
stating he meant business.  I turned to face him, putting my hand atop his
fleshy man boob.  I turned to face Bear Just as he set to charge.

I was now in the middle of these two Titians.  I turned back to Dozer,
knowing I would need more strength to hold him back than Bear.  I was met
with his entire body crashing into mine.  His arms around me, my face
pressed to his sweaty, hairy chest.  The remnants of his boner still poking
at me.

"STOP, now come on calm down," I commanded, and surprisingly, both relaxed
enough and took a step back.  I looked at Dozer.  "Come on man, clearly you
have something we want, and..."  I made it obvious as I grabbed my cock
with my left hand and then with my right, pushed it into my pocket.  I
pulled out a ten.  "I think we have something you want, too."  I could see
Dozer ignoring the bill, at first, his eyes trained on my cock, that my
left hand was showcasing.

I took the ten and pushed it deep into Dozer's pocket making sure to flick
my fingers lightly on his again hard cock.  I felt him instantly harden at
my impromptu attention and saw his knees shake.  I stepped back and dropped
my hand from my bulging cock.  Dozer stumbled back, his overalls clearly
tenting in the front.  He quickly dropped two, and then a third, large nugs
on the scale.  I could see the weight was just over what two dimes would
weigh.

"How's that CC? One dime right?"

"CC?"  Bear scoffed at him.  "What the fucks that mean?"

"Means CC, ya know City Slicker."  Dozer stood up dropping the nugs in a
baggy, clearly proud of himself.  "CC, the first letter of each word!"  He
gave a chortling laugh and smiled wide.

"What?"  Bear gasped.  I spun and looked at him.  He'd done enough damage
for one day, and I was not prepared to go any further with Dozer to smooth
things over.  Dozer licked and sealed the baggy handing it to Bear.

"Mommy and Daddy say I'm the smartest of the lot of us."  He gave an
affirming nod.  "Yep say I gots all the smarts."  I clapped my hand on his
shoulder, his man boob jiggling obscenely as a result.

"I bet you do bud," I added, shooting Bear another glance to keep his mouth
shut.



Bear spun and headed out, I'm sure because he needed to laugh.  I was about
to follow him when Dozer's big beefy hand caught my hip.

"Hold up CC, I got's something special for you."  He nodded for me to
follow him and he moved to the very back of the room.

In the corner sat a small table with a small pile of nugs.  As I looked
closer, I could see they were coated in what looked like tiny white
crystals.

"Oh dude, I that Kief?"  Dozer was immediately pushing between me and the
table.

"No dude, that ain't for you, K?  You ain't never gonna get that stuff from
me, ya hear?"  His voice was serious and worried.  "That shit's hardcore.
It'll fuck you up."  I looked up at his face and smiled, intrigued at his
comment.  "No, Cody, not like that.  It's got coke mixed in it.  You gotta
promise me you ain't never gonna fuck with it ok?  PROMISE ME!"  I looked
into his eyes and nodded.

"Promise."  I lay my hand back above his man boob and smiled.  "I swear."

Dozer smiled and lifted his hand.  He held another baggy with two fat nugs.
I looked closely at them and could see thin red, hair-like strands, laced
through them.

"It's Turkish from Turkey.  Primo shit CC.  Gonna blow you away."  He
smiled big, his ugly teeth now exposed behind his lips.  He leaned his head
next to mine and whispered.  "I call it boner weed cuz its makes you pop a
super hard boner."  He giggled softly, and I could feel his hand between us
rubbing his crotch.  He pulled his face back and gave me a serious look.
"it's only for you, not your buddy, OK?"  I nodded, looking at the nugs
again.

"Seriously?  Like makes you really hard?"  Dozer giggled again, tiny bits
of his saliva hitting my face.

"I'd spark some up and let ya try it right now, but soon as ya start
smoking it you get the need to jerk it.  Trouble is it takes a bit to, ya
know, finish.  Plus, your buds waiting and I don't think he'd like seeing
us jerking."  He used his hands to stuff the baggy in my pocket,
surprisingly not touching my cock.  He then opened a small cupboard and
pointed.  "I got lots more if you want.  Just let me know."  I smiled and
nodded, taking a step back.  "Just between us OK?"  I nodded and patted
above his man boob one last time before heading to follow Bear.

I entered the narrow path between the house and the shed and turned to
wave.  I patted my pocket and mouthed 'thank you.'  Dozer smiled big, his
hands in his pockets clearly fondling himself.  I stopped and walked back
to him.

"Maybe you can let me let Bear try it too."  Dozer seemed hesitant, but I
lay my hand on the middle of his chest.  "Well if it's as good as you say,"
I dropped my eyes to his tented crotch, then back up, "think of the fun we
could have.  The three of us."  I winked at him.  "You bring the smoke,
and... we'll bring the..."  I let my hand slide down over his belly, and
cupped his overall trapped cock from underneath.  Dozer sucked in a deep
breath as I stroked his cock.  His hand quickly grabbing mine.

"I ain't no fag," he whispered.

"Never said you was bud."  His grip on my hand lessened, and I stroked his
cock more.  "Still, ain't nothing better than having a buddy help you out."
He smiled really big and leaned forward, my hand now fully stroking him,
his breathing becoming faster.  He leaned closer, his words just a whisper.

"Would you suck it?"

"You'll give us smoke?"  Dozer nodded, laying he face on my shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah all you want."  I kept stroking his cock, knowing he was putty
in my hands now.

I felt Bear come up with me, his touch to my hips a dead giveaway.

"Are we working out some kind of deal here?"  Bear's body nudging Dozer and
me back to the shelter of the shed.  Dozer froze a bit now that Bear was
with us, but I whispered for him to relax and he complied.  "It has to be a
secret," Bear warned.

"Yeah who would I tell," Dozer moaned.

I quickly unzipped his overalls and fished out his average sized cock.  He
quickly tensed as my hand touched his bare cock, a look of panic on his
face.

"No," he stammered, I ain't bathed today.  As he spoke, his strong cock
musk hit my nose.

"Relax," Bear whispered, "he ain't gonna suck you today."  I then felt a
hesitant touch on my cock and looked to see Bear moving Dozer's hand onto
my crotch.  "Go on, I know you've wanted to touch it.  Go on, he don't
mind.

Dozer began groping my cock in earnest.  Feeling it's length and thickness.
I backed him up to a table and moved to his side.  I stood Bear on his
other side and put Dozer's free hand on Bear's crotch.  I dropped to my
knees facing Bear.

"Oh Dozer, watch this," Bear groaned.

I quickly opened bear's Jeans and took his massive cock out, quickly
swallowing it.  Bear grabbed the sides of my head and began fucking my
mouth hard.  Dozer rubbed my head with one hand and began stroking his cock
with the other.

I made quick work of Bear and soon had him cumming a nice load in my mouth.
Looking up, I could see the need in Dozer's eyes.  I came off Bear's cock
and moved to swallow Dozer's six inches.

"FUUUUCCKKK," he groaned as I took his cock fully, his strong musk nearly
causing me to pass out.  He grabbed my ears and rammed his pudgy boner in
and out of my mouth.

Bear unclipped the shoulder strap and Dozer's Overalls fell.  I released
his cock so they could drop to the floor and went right back to sucking
him.

His belly was banging my head and his balls had shrunk to near-nothingness.
He gave a final thrust and pulled out so just his head was in my mouth.  He
flooded me with the biggest load of cum I ever got from a guy.  I swear I
had to focus to swallow it and not choke.



After he had finished, I released his cock and stood.  Neither Bear or I
prompted him on what to do, he just dropped to the floor and tore open my
jeans.  He knelt there staring at my cock, his hand on my shaft, pulling my
skin back.  He looked up at me with a worried look.

"I don't know if I can.  I ain't a fag."  Yet as he said this he licked his
lips slowly.

"It's our secret," I moaned.  "I know you want to suck it, so fucking suck
it."  I pushed my hips forward and my head slipped into his mouth.

I worked it back and forth slightly, not wanting to hurt or scare him.
Just letting him get used to having a cock in his mouth.  I wasn't planning
on even cumming in his mouth, but when he reached up and grabbed my balls,
well, I lost it.

I shot a nice load onto his tongue, the shock catching him off guard, and
he pulled back off me.  I continued to shoot, hitting his face and hairy
chest.  His hands tight to my shaft, milking every drop from me.



It took both Bear and me to help him stand, his cock still raging hard.
Me, being the tease I was, turned and bent over to pull my jeans up,
showing him my hole.  I heard him groan and felt as Bear moved to block his
view.

"That is the one part that is only mine," Bear said.  "Look at it all you
want, but no touching."  I was waiting for a protest but heard nothing.  I
turned to see Dozer stuffing some nugs in a baggy.  Bear held out his hand
to stop him.  "Nah, consider that a sample."  Dozer nodded.



The sound of voices coming closer had us all rushing to get our clothes
straight.  We left the shed together, heading to Mr. Paul's truck.

"My folks are going north Saturday.  Taking the kids up to get pumpkins.
Ain't no one gonna be here sept me."  Dozer couldn't hide his smile if he
had too.  "Got a bunch of Jamaican coming in that morning."  I looked at
Bear, who just smiled.  "I'll take me a bath, promise."













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