Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 02:19:34 -0500 (EST)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: City boy Farm boy chapter 5

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

*** "Oh look at them," I quietly exclaimed.  "They're like little teddy
bears."  My Bear quickly hushed me, pointing to their right.  OK this I saw
right away, momma bear, big and mean looking.  She looked right at us.  She
stood up on her back legs, her growl enough to curdle your blood.  She
thrust her front paws back onto the ground with a loud thud, her mouth
open, long white teeth glinting in the sun.  I felt safe being with Bear,
his arm around me.  Safe that is until she roared again, charging full
speed at us.

Chapter 5

I huddled tight to 'my' Bear as this huge creature ran at us full speed
growling.  Then maybe twenty feet from us she stopped.  She huffed and
growled, pacing back and forth.  We watched as this continued for quite
some time, her cubs ripping into what remained of our lunch.

Our horses were nervous but thankfully were being quiet.  Lancelot seemed
to be showing his dominance by guarding the huge opening to the side.  The
mother bear constantly showing us she meant business, but not coming any
closer.  Her attention sudden turned from us to the forest as she moved
between the tree line and her cubs.  We could hear a crashing in the brush,
and the thudding of hoof beats.  Then, almost like the Calvary of old,
Kenny broke free of the brush, riding out on his horse:

"HA BEAR!  HA, GET OUT BEAR, HA!"  His voice was loud and commanding.  He
swung his horse in between us and the bears, the horse whinnying loud and
forceful, rearing up on its hind legs, fore legs lashing out.  I don't know
how he stayed on the horse as it moved about defending us, but he did.

One hand on the reigns, the other clutching his cowboy hat which he waved
to the side.  "HA BEAR, GIT!  COME ON GIT YOU BITCH, HA, HA, GIT!"  He put
his hat back on and pulled a rifle from somewhere under his leg.  One
handedly he cocked it and shot up into the air - BANG! BANG!  The bear
wrangled her cubs and ran fast into the woods.  Kenny reigned in his horse
and actually jumped off while it was still moving, running into the
building, like a cowboy from the Wild West, right down to spurs and chaps.

"Y'all OK," he asked excitedly.  "I was with our dads over at Earl Murphy's
herding his stock when that there Warden done drove up and warned us about
some new bears being about.  Yer dad told me you was up here and the Warden
said some dang flatlanders reported moms and cubs up he-ya."  His accent
was heavy and very country.

"Thanks bud," Bear said as we stood up.  Kenny gave us each a hug and we
headed back out with the horses.  Kenny and Bear kept talking about the
bear and how they really aren't too dangerous, but that she was merely
protecting her cubs and trying to scare us off.

We had begun saddling our horses when Mr. Stewart and another man came
ridding through the brush.  At almost the same time a large green pickup
roared up over a dirt road, the shield stating Fish and Game.

We were questioned as to what happened, Bear doing most of the talking.
Kenny was also questioned as he had fired his rifle and some kind of form
had to be filled out.  No one was in trouble, just a formality the Warden
said, commending Kenny on getting here so fast.  He was really cute when he
touched the brim of his hat and nodded to the ranger.

"Thems my boys Sir.  Gots to git their backs."  We rode back together, the
Warden remaining to post warning signs of bears in the area.

Bear and I spent the rest of the afternoon watching his dad, Kenny, his dad
and this Mr. Murphy fella, herding cows in this huge field.  Kenny showing
us that he was a real cowboy, working his horse like a pro, moving the cows
this way and that.  He'd be going one way and would suddenly dart in a
different direction, swinging a rope above his head.  He'd then throw it
around the neck of the running cow, quickly wrapping it around the horn of
his saddle and leading it back to the rest.  Every so often he'd ride up to
us and hit the brim of his hat with his finger, "Afta - noon boys".  Then
with a loud 'HA' and slight spur to his horse, he thunder off.

"That is fucking awesome," I told bear as we sat on a fence watching him
work.  "He's really good!"

"I know, I love seeing him do his shit," Bear replied.  "I've seen him do
it all by himself.  Take twenty, twenty five head, all spread out and in
like no fucking time, have um all loaded in the truck."



When they were done, we headed to Kenny's where he bedded his horse.
Following him inside to his room, where he striped, showered and changed.
Bear told him of the plan to make me a hick for the parade and Kenny was
all in to help.  We then headed back to Bear's, Kenny driving his truck,
where Bear and I cleaned up.



Once again, I was not allowed to wear my own clothes, as both Bear and
Kenny dug through Bear's closet.  I was soon dressed in the normal blue
jeans, a dark blue t-shirt with the Dodge symbol, over which I was given a
white and blue checked shirt to wear.  A black and red webbed cowboy style
belt and buckle and a pair of Barrett's nicer work boot, which were a size
too big.  Standing and looking at ourselves in a long mirror, you might
confuse us as brothers.  OK maybe not, but you get what I mean, right?  The
only real difference between us, besides Kenny being taller and lankier was
that their hair was longer than mine by several inches.

"I think my mom's got some of my nana's old wigs," Bear joked, putting his
arm around me while playing with my hair.  "We could get one for ya if ya
want?"  I groaned while they both busted up laughing.

Saying our good byes we headed out driving up to someplace in Conway.  The
plan was get me clothes for the parade, then grub and a movie.  I sat again
in the middle, my legs straddling the gear shift.  It was a hot, muggy
night and the windows were down, music blasting.  I wasn't much of a
country fan, but Kenny brought some tapes of a group called Blackfoot,
which he said was a Southern rock band.

"That should keep us all happy, country and rock."  Kenny yelled over the
music.



We pulled in to a strip mall, Bear telling Kenny where to park.

"Yeah bud, I know.  Remember I come here too."  I noticed Bear seemed a bit
nervous fidgeting in his seat.  "Think he still works here," Kenny asked,
leaning forward to look over at Bear, who shrugged his shoulders.

"Hope not, that would be fucking awkward, huh?"  I looked at Bear who
continued to stare forward, and then to Kenny who gave a little chuckle.

"Talkin about a little thang your boy here had for this dude, Charlie, who
just happens to work here.  Well least he use too."  Bear shot Kenny a mean
look.  "What bud?  Am I lying?  You so had a thang for him, admit it."  I
smiled and looked at Bear with a playful, questioning look.  Bear glared at
me now then hung his head.

"Yeah, OK, but it weren't no 'thang' OK?"  He paused thinking, "no it
weren't. It's just something that kinda, sorta, well... just happened a
time or two and I was so baked, so shut the fuck up, OK."  We all broke out
laughing seeing him get so uncomfortable.  Much to the relief of Bear, this
Charlie guy was not working there anymore.

The guys began looking for a shirt for me, having already decided I would
just wear a pair of Bear's jeans.  I walked around as they shopped, as they
were not paying me much attention.

"SAAweEET!  Hey," Kenny shouted from several racks away, "What size you
take city boy?"

"Medium," Bear and I called back in unison looking at each other.  Kenny
just hung his head shaking it back and forth.

"OK so I gots the perfect shirt, but it be a large."  Kenny came walking
over his boots clomping on the floor his prize behind his back.  "Y'all
ready?"  He pulled out a heavy denim cowboy shirt which was colored just
like an American flag.

"Perfect," Bear shouted, "Come on try it on."  I stripped out of my shirt
and slipped this one Kenny had found on.  It was a bit lose, but Bear was
confident his mom could make it fit.  "Lookie here, says its only two bucks
too."

I paid for my new shirt and headed out.  We walked to the end of the mall
so I could buy a pack of smokes.  I was going through them like crazy now
that Bear smoked mine too.  I didn't care, I loved the way he smoked them,
taking them from me like he did.  I also knew it save him grief from his
mom and dad.  Not that his dad really cared.  I mean Bear smoked mine in
front of him all the time.  I just think it was some kinda thinking that as
long as Bear didn't have a pack and only smoked someone else's it was OK.
All I do know is Kenny was happy to not have too supply him anymore.

Dinner was at McDonald's.  While we ate, I got to meet some of Kenny's
friends he played football with at school.  Typical Jocks, Bear and I were
more or less ignored until Kenny introduced me, saying I'd just moved here
and would be going to school with all of them.  I won't say they were mean
to Bear, I think it was more of a clique thing.  He didn't play sports, so
they didn't recognize him as a friend, even though he and Kenny were best
buds.  I was polite, never turning away a possible friend, but I knew we
would never be friends like they were with Kenny.



It was midweek, so not many people were out and about.  The Mountain Valley
Mall, where the movies were, had a few people milling around, but
thankfully the theater was almost empty.  We got our tickets and each
bought a drink and split a huge, I mean gigantic, tub of popcorn, which I
held between my legs.  We chose to see 'The Thing' with Kurt Russell.  It
was OK, Horror movies don't really scare me, but oh man, you should have
seen Bear and Kenny get all girly and grabby.  Hiding their heads in my
arms, screeching like little kids.  I enjoyed the attention, if you can
call it that.



Later, back at Bear's, he and I snuggled tight in his bed, which was the
upper bed of a bunk bed.  It was small, but once we got cuddled up, it was
really nice.  I've never really slept with someone before Bear, and I have
to say, I was getting very used to sleeping with him.  The warmth of his
body to mine, even though the nights were hot.  The feeling of his arms
around me, holding me to him almost like he was protecting me.  The
sensation of his breath, his face pressed to my neck.  How his cock would
get hard and press into my crack.  How he'd wait till he thought I was
asleep and whisper that he loved me.  But most of all, I loved waking up
and seeing him there with me.  The look of happiness on his face when he
woke and saw me.  The way he kissed me and grumbled good morning.



I woke, I had no clue what time it was, early I think, as it was still
dark.  I felt a hot mouth on my cock bobbing up and down; hair tickling my
legs, a firm hand tugging on my balls.  I moaned softly, Bear's hand
quickly covering my mouth, as he stopped sucking and crawled over me.

"Hey," he whispered, "mom and dad's room is right next door and mom wakes
up easy.  You gots to be quiet."  He kissed me, his tongue snaking into my
mouth, his hands holding my head.

"Besides," came another whispered voice from the bunk below us, "You don't
want to make any sucky fucky noise that might turn big brother on."
Damion's words scolded us from below, his fists punching up, and his feet
kicking at us from underneath.

"Ignore him," bear barely whispered, "he's drunk again and will pass out
soon."  Bear returned his lips to mine.  He was right, soon we could hear
Damion snoring below.

Bear moved us into a sixty nine, sliding his big cock into my mouth.  My
arms were above my head and soon found his extremely sexy feet.  I never
knew feet could be sexy until I met Barrett.  His feet were long and
slender and sexy as all fuck.  My feet were short and so ticklish, hell
even I couldn't touch them.  Bear didn't seem to be ticklish, and I even
heard him moan when I began to rub and feel them.

The tops were soft and his soles were hard, I assumed from him being
barefoot a lot.  I finally got him to roll over and I brought one of his
feet to my face, the wonderful scent of leather permeated from his skin as
I began to kiss and lick his foot.  I knew I was doing well when I heard
him moan and start to stroke his cock.  My tongue explored every inch of
each foot, my mouth kissing and suckling his toes.

"Oh fuck, you goota stop baby, you're gonna make me nut," he moaned softly,
but I ignored him, continuing to suck each toe as if it was a small cock.
His hips bucked and he groaned rather loudly as he came, several shots
smacking loudly on his chest.

He pulled his feet from me and pressed them onto my cock, holding it with
his feet.  Oh my god, it felt wonderful as he began to jack me off.  I had
to stuff the comforter into my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure.  When
I came my load shot up and fell back on both of us, the final bit oozing
out over his feet.



Moring eventually came and I woke with Bear's face against mine.  I pulled
the comforter down and freezing air hit me, so I yanked the covers back up,
my body shivering.  As often happens here in the North East, momentary cold
snaps can hit.  You go to bed and it's hot and muggy and wake up and need a
jacket.  A small noise alerted me to someone coming in the room.  I peeked
out and the floral scent of Bear's moms perfume filled my nose.  Without
thinking I lifted my head and looked about, squinting in the bright morning
sun.  I could see her rummaging around picking up dirty clothes and
straightening the room.  When she saw me she smiled sweetly and blew me a
kiss.  She moved to Damion's bed and I assumed she was busy making it.  I
nearly screamed when her sweet face appeared at the edge of Bear's bed.  If
she didn't know before, she knew now that Bear and I had slept in the same
bed.

"You boys got in late last night, did you have a good time?"  Her voice was
quiet and soft as always.  I rubbed my eyes and said we had.

"Tell Mr. Stewart we will be right down," I croaked, as I shook Bear to
wake him up.  "Dude, wake up its morning.  We got chores."

"No, you boys just go back to sleep.  Lou and Damion are getting everything
done.  He told me to let you boys sleep as long as you wanted too."  Bear's
arm appeared from under the covers, his finger pointing at something across
the room.

"See that shirt o-vah there, its Cody's.  Can you make it smaller so it
fits him?"

"Please," I quickly added.

"Please," Bear added with a groan.  His mom looked and then went to check
it out.

"Hmm," she said examining it, "I might be able too, come here dear, and let
me have you try it on for me."  I started to move, Bear's arm quickly
stopping me as I remembered I was naked.  "Come on honey, I see men in
their underwear everyday around here."  She looked up to see me blushing.
"Ah, I see," she chuckled, "Oh is that the kettle I hear whistling?  I'll
take this with me and when you come down, we'll see what we can do."  She
winked at us with a smile and left with her basket and my new shirt.

Bear and I got up and dressed, him giving me clothes to wear.  We went
downstairs and saw it was nearly ten o'clock!  His mom heated up some food
which we gobbled down quickly.  She had me try on the shirt and determined
she could take it in some, but the shoulders would still be too big and it
wouldn't look good.

"We still have a few days, let me see what else I can do."  I thanked her
and we headed out to find Damion and Mr. Stewart working on a covered wagon
which had signs that said 'Mama Stewart's homemade jams and preserves'.
This was the wagon Bear had told me about yesterday.  The one for the
parade and that she takes to sell her stuff from in town.

"Well look who finally decided to come lend a hand, tweedle dee and tweedle
dum," Damion snickered.  "You fags get tired of playing bury the donkey?"
He laughed until Mr. Stewart slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"Mind you mouth boy," he growled, "I ain't having none of that, ya hear?"
I got very nervous hearing this, and began to worry that now Damion had
something to hold over our heads.

"Fuck that," Damion snapped, "you shoulda heard um last night!  'oh yeah
baby I'm gonna cum, suck my pecker harder, oh yeah Barrett fuck my as..."
His words cut short as Mr. Stewart slapped him very hard across the face,
then shoved him hard up against the wagon.

"Just you shut your filthy trap boy, ya hear?  I ain't gonna listen to you
yipping that nasty city talk you done started since you become a college
boy."  Bear swung his arm back and pulled me back several steps as Damion
lunged at his dad.

"Back up Cody," Bear warned me, "this is gonna be bad."

Damion was a big boy and muscled, but he was no match for his dad.
Mr. Stewart caught the charge and sent Damion thudding to the ground in a
cloud of dust.

"You might want to think twice about starting something boy," he growled
looking down at his son.  Damion was so pissed at this point I don't think
he heard the warning and jumped up swinging.  Several punches landed hard
on his dad's firm abs but didn't seem to faze him.  Mr. Stewart stepped up
and with a flurry of arm motions too fast to see, sent his son back to the
ground hard, the air in Damion's lungs forcibly grunting out.  "This is
o-vah, ya hear?"  Damion lay there for a minute before getting up and
glaring at his father and storming away.

"This ain't o-vah between us faggots, your asses are mine," he muttered as
he pushed between us.



"Someone's got him a burr-berry up his bung hole this morning, just pay him
a big neva mind, ya hear?"  Mr. Stewart threw his beefy arm around my neck
and pulled Bear in close.  "My eldest has always been a bit fiery, guess he
gits that from his old man.  Now, hows about you boy give me a hand decking
this here wagon out for ya ma?"

We spent the next few hours decorating the wagon with red, white and blue
ribbons and bows, making it look all Patriotic for the parade.
Mrs. Stewart came out to say lunch was ready and she cried when she saw how
the wagon looked giving us all lots of kisses and thank yous.



Later that afternoon, I got to watch as Lancelot and Mila got new shoes.
This was something else that was fascinating to me.  How this man, they
called him Smitty, actually took strips of metal and heated it up and
banged away on it with a hammer, bending it and forming the actual shoe.
Then each foot was trimmed and the new shoe actually nailed to their feet,
or hooves I guess.  They all got a laugh when I cringed as he banged the
nails in.

Lancelot was such a character after, prancing about all happy, almost as if
he was saying hey Cody look at my new shoes.  He gave me several nickers
and head rubs as I lead him back to the pasture.  I overheard Smitty
commenting to Mr. Stewart about how friendly he was with me.

I had started carrying a carrot in my back pocket so I could sneak him a
treat once in a while and after getting him in the pasture, pulled one out
to give him.  Lancelot quickly gobbled it up, and pressed his mouth to my
face in his attempt to give me a kiss.  I blew a raspberry as he slobbered
me and he began prancing and whinnying his tail and mane flipping in the
breeze.



I was left alone for a bit as the family gathered to discuss the
altercation between Damion and his dad.  I felt it was not my place to be
so wandered around bored, Lancelot seeming to follow me from the confines
of the pasture.  I decided to join him and we wandered around together
finally ending up under a tree where I sat and watched as he rolled on his
back in the dust and dirt.

I must have dozed off for a short time and when I woke I found Lancelot
eating grass right next to me.

"Hiya boy," I said stroking his muzzle.  He gave me a nicker and rubbed his
head against me.  I stretched out leaning back against the tree as he
continued to eat, eventually standing over me so he could get to the grass
on my other side.  Anyone seeing me would have thought me crazy as I held a
conversation with him.  Talking about his new shoes and riding him in the
parade and what a good boy he was.

He nickered and shook, dust filling the air.  I spit and sputtered, waving
my hand to fan the dust away.  I looked up and was about to playfully scold
him for making me dirty when I saw his sheath twitch and his penis begin to
slowly emerge.

I watched as it hung and swung under him like a thick pink and black
sausage.  I looked around and realized no one could see so I hesitantly
reached up and touched it, wrapping my hand around it; feeling its weight
and heat in my hand.  Lancelot nickered at me his head turning to watch me
as I fondled his member, watching it grow longer as it began to harden.

"You like that boy?"  I asked him getting up on my knees, moving slightly
more under him.  Lancelot was huffing and puffing, nodding his head at me
clearly wanting me to continue.  I ran my hands along his length, over the
mid-ridge, down to the head, which was flaring out.  He shifted his weight,
leaning more towards me now, this action swinging his powerful cock,
smacking it on my face.  He scratched at the ground with his front hooves,
and in doing so, moved me back, his swinging cock mashing onto my face.

I have to say the sheer size of his cock was scaring me, but somehow I was
still wanting to be right where I was.  I sniffed, expecting to be grossed
out, but only a deep earthy musk smell did I detect.  Again his front leg
connected with my body, pushing me back, his cock rubbing over my face.  I
looked back at him and his eyes were so gentle, his head nodding as if to
say 'yes, please'.  I held his cock behind the flare and pressed my lips to
the head, my tongue licking over it, tasting him.  Lancelot whinnied and
snorted, very much like he did when Mr. Stewart slid the fake pussy on him
the day before.

"I don't think I can suck you buddy," I told him.  "Fuck you are so big!"
I opened my mouth and Lancelot took control and humped forward, his cock
forcing its way into my mouth.  He was not rough at all, but he did move it
trying to get more in.  I grunted in pleasure as his cock stretched my
mouth wider than it had ever been, Lancelot snorting repeatedly as his cock
throbbed, I swear it nearly lifted me up.

I could not believe how horny I was for this.  How much I wanted it.  I
griped his monstrous shaft with both hands and sucked back and forth the
little bit I could.  I kept waiting for the massive eruption I'd seen him
give the day before.  Lancelot was shaking and twitching.  I could feel his
need to fuck his cock down my throat, but his reserve and control knowing
he couldn't.  Then he stepped back, his mighty cock ripping from my mouth,
still gripped in my hands.  His head flared larger and he lost his control
hitting me with volley after volley of his copious seed.  My hair, face and
chest were soaked as it dripped hotly down, onto my crotch.  I milked him
until his cock softened.  I stood up and he spun so fast it spooked me.

He meant me no harm, just pushed me back against the tree, his lips and
tongue cleaning my head of his juice.  I got several tastes of his cum
before he licked my face clean, and I found it strong and musky in flavor,
yet not unpleasant.  Lancelot continued his cleaning of me, down over my
neck and chest, his nose popping the snap buttons on my shirt opening it.
He licked and nibbled further down over my abs.



I was in an abyss of passion.  This beast was driving me crazy, his huge
teeth nibbling on my jeans, nudging me with his nose.  I opened my jeans
and wriggled them down, my young cock springing out.  Not missing a beat
Lancelot twisted his tongue around my shaft, its roughness pulling my skin
back scraping over my head.  I could feel his drool running over my balls,
his hot breath snorting out of his nostrils as my knees weakened and I fell
forward onto his head, my cum shooting into his hot mouth.



His gentleness continued to amaze me, as he supported me, his tongue and
lips milking me of all I had to give.  I straightened up, leaning back
against the tree, pushing his head off as I looked down at the mess I had
become.  My clothes and body were covered in a slimy slop of horse spit and
cum.  I touched my hair and could imagine the same for it.  My mind became
a panicked rush of thoughts.  How would I explain how I looked?  How would
I get cleaned up enough to at least get into the house to change?  I
couldn't go home, no key.  I was so fucked!

I pulled my jeans up stuffing myself back in.  I heard a sloping noise from
behind the tree.  Turning to look, I saw Lancelot drinking from a huge
metal trough.  Well, I thought to myself, at least I can wash my face.  I
moved to the end standing next to him and splashed the cool water onto my
head and face.  Ahh that felt good.  My thoughts began to clear when I felt
Lancelot's nose just above the small of my back.  With a forceful shove, he
bent me over, my knees catching on the rim of the trough, my feet slipping
out from under me as I fell head first into the water!

I came up and rolled to see him bobbing his head, nickering at me.  I was
so pissed!

"Holy crap you shit head!  What the hell...," I stopped, the light coming
on!  "You are a smart son of a bitch, aren't you?"  I sat in the trough and
washed.  The cool water felt great and I clean up quickly.  I climbed out
and a bent down to get my hat, when Lancelot's head slammed into me sending
me back into the trough.  I jumped up and was about to scold him when from
behind me I heard yelling.

"Lance, what the fuck?" I looked to see both Bear and his dad now running
towards me waving their arms, trying to move him off.  "Hee haa, ya dumb
flea bag," Mr. Stewart yelled, "Go on git!"  Lancelot bolted off as they
got up to where I was.  I quickly explained that I had fallen asleep under
the tree and woke up with ants on me and was trying to wash them off my
chest when he knocked me into the water.  Hey what can I say it was the
best thing I could come up with on such short notice.



Back at the house, Mr. Stewart demanded I strip off my shirt and jeans so
he could check for ants and to be sure Lancelot didn't bite me.  Telling us
that he'd found some red ant hills on the back of the pasture.  Once he was
sure I was clean, he smacked my ass and told me to git in the house and
take a shower.

I headed upstairs, Barrett hot on my heels.

"Ants huh?  Just fell asleep and woke up with ants on ya huh?"  His tone
was serious, but his smile told me he was joking.  "Yep, ants all over you,
yet not one bite, and you were able to wash um all off, without taking yer
clothes off huh?"  He pushed me back onto Damion's bed, crawling over me,
his lips, crushing against mine.  When he pulled back he pressed out
foreheads together.  "I think yer buddy showed you his pecker.  You grabbed
it and he busted his big ass nuts all over you."  Bear was smiling ear to
ear, and his boner was firmly pressed against me.  "Codester fess up, tell
me..."  I nodded my head yes.  "I fucking knew it!  You damn lucky shit!"
He humped his cock against me.  I quickly told him exactly what had
happened.

"Bear, I feel bad for doing it.  For like not doing it when you were
there."  He looked at me;

"Boy, don't be.  I knew something was gonna happen, I can see how he is
with you."  Bear went on to say that no one was ever able to get as close
to him as I was, not even his dad.

Bear began to kiss me again when the door slammed open.

"Hey," Bear's dad scolded, his eyes wide, focusing on his youngest son and
his friend clearly making out.



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